Something you don't see in NYC

Today we decided, even though it was 10 degrees out (no joke), to drive into the higher elevations and see the snow. It was unlike city snow -- not slushy and dark, but pristine and shimmering; and on the way back, it covered the plains "like it was sleeping under a white blanket," as my oldest daughter said, with the white meeting a sky pale as if washed in powder.

In the midst of all this beauty, we had to stop the car for a herd of Rocky Mountain bighorn sheep that had descended on the road. There were seven or eight actually on the frozen blacktop, with probably twenty-five more flanking each side. They were licking the road, perhaps, we thought, looking for the salt that had been laid by the DMV crews. They were so cute! Since they're an endangered species, we figured we'd probably get in a lot of trouble if we tried to take one home, not that it would go willingly. But can you imagine, a bighorn sheep as a pet!