Fascinating, watching dog and sheep and human. When dog laid down, looked so much like a pool player lining up a shot. And the sheep bore passing resemblance to a roller derby pack. So athletic, so subtle. Flanking maneuvers, herding behavior.
There were the occasional standoffs, stubborn sheep. But no biting allowed.
Gorgeous landscape, dramatic clouds. Took the fast route there, pouring rain when we arrived. Took the slow route back, through twisting, shoulderless, paintless almost roads through the wild mountain passes. The main route back is freeway, and down Parley's Canyon too many SUV drivin' maniacs going 80. So, we returned with deliberation, passing a profusion of yellow wildflowers and already turning leaves.