Tromp. Tromp. We were headed back out on the Catwalk trail near Glenwood, New Mexico, backtracking toward the parking lot after traipsing over two miles (up, at elevation, a considerable undertaking for flatlanders), when JCB spotted a family group of bighorn sheep spying on us from above.
I admit to occasional jealousy of the Marquis‘ close-ups of wild things—mostly birds—but today I think I scored a big one. These are wild bighorns, and we while we watched them the one that’s lower down on the rock face (a female with a radio collar) kept walking around and dislodging small stones that fell down on the trail in front of us!