Over the bridge and up the cliff, basically. The narrow, rocky road with no guardrail climbed halfway to the Carson road before we saw them grazing quietly in a sheltered ravine no more than thirty feet away. A buck and four ewes. We stopped, of course, and stayed a long, long time. I got out [...]
It was very quiet on the hillside here this afternoon—no resurrections, no rising from the dead. We walked easily around the fenced-off water towers in the wrong shoes, picked our way through sage and cactus, and marveled at the view.
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