Early this morning we went looking for the sheep.
Each Fall, the sheep are moved by Basque shepherds. The sheep spend their summer in pastures near Heber, AZ - an area that is quite mountainous. Now they are on their way to Florence, a town of lower elevation and milder winters. The sheep march down the mountains and across the state, passing about 8 miles from our house.
We had no trouble spotting the sheep - we just drove out through the dry washs until we spotted a cloud of dust.
We were anxious to find the dogs and the herders - and we found them around their overnight camp. They were tearing down camp and preparing for their daylong walk.
The sheep were waiting for their day to begin, too.
The dogs got the signal, and work started.
The sheep have been moved along this trail for nearly a century. This may be the last year of the passage. Law suits have been filed to stop the annual trek, protesting environmental concerns the sheep create. Maybe the cities are encroaching...