Sheep’s Creek is certainly named right. We turned off Highway 44 and crossed Sheep’s Creek and there they were, heading straight for us down the middle of the road. It was a small band of ewes and their lambs. Moose pulled into a turnout and we watched as they left the road, climbed the hillside, and crossed the ridge top. We drove a short distance and got out to watch as they came off the ridge top and down the slope toward us, then grazed on the hillside directly above us. Some ventured down to the road toward us. The lambs were adorable like this little one curious about the creatures below taking his photograph.