After a completely sleepless night followed by a day of almost non-stop hiking and stalking we were pooped and slept for 13 hours. We got rolling up the trail about the crack of noon, and opted to hike to the west ridge again to see if the bluebird skies would let us see into the head of the adjacent valley. On the way up we saw a few ewes and lambs, but no rams and we presumed that we'd blown them out of the valley the night before.