I was at the high point of my hike up the mountain, concerned a bit about getting back down safely, always the most dangerous part, and after all I am almost 54 years old I kept telling myself. I was about a thousand feet above my pickup on some very steep ground. I looked over the last rocky rise and here was a Dall Sheep Ewe laying and watching the scenery, about 40 yards away! So I sat down on the cold rock scraped by the glaciers of another age, and in the cold wind of the moment, and got in my pack, first putting my coat back on over my sweatshirt, then getting out the 500mm. She seemed completely unconcerned with my presence. She is probably pregnant and will give birth in 3-4 months. Well I didn’t stay long, I was cooling down fast. I went back down and found her tracks which led me on a much safer route than I had climbed up. A very nice encounter, I feel like I owe her really, for the expert trail she blazed for me, and the dignity she let me share of such a wild creature.