We rode to about 8500 feet on Wild Mountain and came to large snowbanks on the north facing slopes.
Daisy likes snow.
On south facing slopes with plenty of sun, the snow was long gone, and pretty yellow balsamroot bloomed everywhere.
What's that up there among the flowers? Why, it's Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep! We saw four of them. All had big curving horns, indicating they were a bachelor herd.
They didn't seem too worried about the humans on horseback about 300 yards down the hill. After watching us with curiosity for awhile, they lay down for a nap in the sun. These photos were taken with our little 10x zoom camera. Daisy never saw the sheep, which were pretty small from that distance, and I guess the wind was wrong for smelling them, too.
Rocky Mountain Bighorn sheep are native to this canyon country, and are featured in prehistoric rock art that is thousands of years old. When settlers brought in domestic sheep, the domestics competed for scarce grazing and introduced diseases to which the bighorns were susceptible. Bighorn numbers declined dramatically and they were absent from the area by about 1950. They were reintroduced, starting in 1952, along the Green River not far from the location where we saw them.