Dall's Sheep and Brooks Range, Alaska
The long dark winters do not daunt the Dall Sheep, though-they do not even migrate down. The winds blow the scant loose snow, and the dried forbs and grasses of arctic summer are nibbled through the year. The dozens of summer sheep stood out white against green: playing, napping, eating, butting, circling, sitting, dozing in their high smoothed out beds on the ledges at the "cliff-edge of life and death." Dall Sheep (in Athapaskan called dibee) see mountains-Dōgen might say-"as a palace or pavilion."
-Gary Snyder, from "Blue Mountains Constantly Walking"
