“Look at those amazing bighorn sheep,” I whispered and tugged on Ed’s arm to get his attention. Several bighorn sheep stood steady on the rocky hill along Stewart Canyon Trail. We stopped to watch them sure-footedly edge down the hill to the trail. Several others scaled the near vertical wall of the Canyon. When these three reached the trail, they claimed the right of way across the Canyon bridge. People hiking and mountain biking waited for the animals to cross the bridge. Their parade reminded me of the children’s folk tale of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, “trip, trap, trip, trap!” went the bridge. How delightful!