So cool, nine ewes with one lamb were striding through camp as we returned from rafting. They took their time moving toward the rocky cliffs and munched on whatever caught their fancy along the way.  Up the bank and across the open rocks they disappeared into the next cut in the mountainside only to reappear a few minutes later.  Then there was the very coolest thing.  I thought I was seeing things.  There was a tiny lamb coming down the hill.  Where did he come from?  Then another appeared and another.  When the ewes came down into camp they left the very young ones hidden up in the cliffs.  As the mamas came back up toward them, the lambs all came out to meet the group.  It was amazing to watch…and I did watch for another hour or so as the reunited group made its way higher onto the rugged slope and finally disappeared from view.  What a wonderful end to our day.