Return to Ram Nation #3

Still making are way in toward Ram Nation. You find yourself in some pretty neat spots when sheep hunting.
Two full days of hiking, about 15 miles in and the old familiar smells of sheep hunting are starting to return.
We have caribou tags in our pockets just in case since caribou frequent the area, but it's really a formality. Our motto is "sheep first." We're on a mission, so other game is largely safe.
We were both fascinated by this large rock which appears to be just hanging there on a near vertical wall. Again, one of those neat things you have the privilege of seeing in the sheep mountains.

The night of the 8th we camped in a high mountain pass. The weather was good and we were poised in an excellent location to be looking into Ram Nation the next morning. We went to sleep with high expectations for the next day. Sometime after midnight our dreams of giant rams were shattered as a fierce storm erupted out of seemingly nowhere. It became quickly apparent that our shelter was not up to the task and we needed to bail off the mountain. We were in serious trouble. 40-50 knot winds had our tent flattening and tent stakes popping and pouring rain was threatening to soak all of our gear. This is when you see what you are made of. Scott and I were like a well oiled machine as we quickly, efficiently and calmly broke camp. Even though we were sitting next to each other we had to yell to be heard. We took turns using our feet to hold up the tent poles as the other hurriedly stuffed gear haphazardly into the backpack. A neat God moment was how we only lost 1 tent stake in the ordeal. It was like angels laid them out neatly for us to find. So 1am in the morning found us gingerly working our way down a steep, slippery rock slope in the dark, with the wind and rain still pummeling us. By 3am we had descended 2000 feet to the valley floor and safety with an awesome story to tell.