We watch Gambel’s quail scurry around camp and their locating calls float from among the oleander all around us.  At dusk I hear the bray of wild burros.  We just have to go find them!  From the edge of the campground we spot them hanging out in the hills.  Very cool.  Day one we fish the bays on the opposite shore.  Fishing is pretty unproductive but a lone big-horn sheep makes its way along the shore above us.  He is a bit wary and notices every sound we make but doesn’t hurry off so we get to watch as he eats his way to the next ridge.