I sat on the porch of cabin 5 at Sheep Mountain Lodge at milepost 113.5 on the Glenn Highway, a National Scenic Byway. It was sunny with moments of warmth between the cold gusts that had been blowing all day. The normal songs and chirps of warblers and sparrows were drowned out by the sound of the wind. Across the valley the mountains were iced with snow – in some places still solid, while in others the snow was more streaked, like glaze running off the sides of a cake. A ‘river’ of snow filled a narrow canyon. I was awed by the scenery. Suddenly, a Black-billed Magpie sailed over the willow bushes at the edge of the property. And I thought back over our stay at this beautiful location.