It was 95F and we had the campground to ourselves. We had the lawn chairs set up in the shade of the motor home lined up to take advantage of a cooling breeze.  We were sipping ice tea and taking it easy.  First one, then two then three more big horn rams waltzed right into camp.  They were very interested in the grass in one of the campsites.

I was thrilled that they decided to make an appearance. We watched them graze and mill about for an hour before they decided to wander on up the slopes behind camp. It is amazing how easily they just clamber up nearly any terrain.

I wonder.

Is there anything whiter than puffy clouds in a clear sunlit sky?