It’s that time of year again. After the ewes have spent the winter on the Red Desert, it’s time for them to trail south. Lambing is coming right up, starting about May 8th. Before that day arrives, the heavily pregnant ewes trail first to Badwater, then on to the lambing grounds north of Dixon where they will be shorn. In the meantime, the sheep have to cross under Interstate 80 and across the overpass above the Union Pacific railroad tracks. Oscar asked why we couldn’t just trail directly across the tracks. Crossing the overpass involves stopping traffic, flagging the sheep front and back, and risking someone wanting to drive through during crucial minutes on top of the bridge. It would be simpler to just cross the tracks, if it weren’t for the–wait for it–trains. The trains come fast and frequently. Years ago, we did have to trail directly across the tracks. It involved working with Union Pacific for several days ahead of time. They gave us a half hour window to be up and over the tracks while they radioed the trains from dispatch in Omaha to stop and let us cross. We appreciated it a lot. With the overpass, it is still easier and safer to cross on the highway. So here we are, again trekking south for several days.
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North to the Red Desert
The ewes have made their annual trek north to the Red Desert, where we have wintering ground on the Cyclone Rim and Chain Lakes grazing allotments. These allotments are part of the vast Great Basin, home to Greater Sage Grouse, desert elk, riparian plants and amphibians, feral horses, many many antelope and, part of the year, cattle and sheep. The Great Basin is named because it is a closed basin. To the north, the Continental Divide splits and runs in separate ranges until it meets again about 15 miles south of Wamsutter near the Haystack Mountains. The country south of there–Church Butte, Adobe Town, Powder Rim–is likewise amazing landscape, but it is not part of the Great Basin, the Red Desert. It is always a relief when we safely cross the overpass over the Union Pacific line and the underpass beneath I80 and head out across the open country for winter pasture. We are a week later than usual on the trail north. We had to wait for snow, since there’s not much water on the trail. Like Goldilocks, we want it to be not too hot and not too cold!
Along the spring sheep trails
We have started trailing from our wintering grounds to spring country where we have shearing and lambing in our future, and theirs.
The ewe lambs have spent the winter in the Powder Wash country. Yemerson has started them along the Powder Rim trail. In a few days, they will arrive at the Badwater Pasture, where they will hang out until early July.
In the meantime, the ewes who wintered on the Chain Lakes allotment on the Red Desert have started south. Their destination is the Cottonwood lambing grounds. In a few weeks, we’ll have wool in the bags, and lambs on the ground, God willing.
The first sheep head south
Today, the first band of ewes headed south, under Interstate 80 at Creston Junction, and over the Union Pacific line on Wyoming Highway 789. After a hard winter on the Red Desert, they are going to greening pastures. The other two bands which wintered on the Red Desert will follow in a couple of weeks as they travel to Badwater for shearing and Cottonwood for lambing.
Headed for the Promised Land
Every year at this time, we are almost there with the final leg of our 150 mile trek as the sheep trail from their summer country in the Medicine Bow and Routt National Forests to winter pasture in Wyoming’s Red Desert. Each way, spring and fall, we must cross the overpass across the Union Pacific line, and the underpass below Interstate 80–both coast to coast trails of a different sort. We make this part of the trail on WY Highway 789. For several miles, we share the highway with cars, pickup trucks and trailers, motor homes, and semi trucks hauling everything from livestock to oilfield supplies. We flag the road, ‘fore and aft, to warn traffic that the sheep are on the highway. We’ve only had a few near wrecks over the years, due mostly to inattentive or inexperienced drivers, and sometimes bad weather. Mostly we see our neighbors, who wait and wave, fellow travelers, and folks who stop and take photos and ask questions. I always send up a prayer of thanks when sheep, dogs, horses and humans have safely threaded the needle, and are on their way to the Red Desert. Then I pray for a good winter, good feed and a good living for all.
North to the Red Desert
Once again, the sheep have crossed the UP line overpass and the I80 underpass at Creston Junction, Wyoming on their trek north to spend the winter months on the Red Desert on Cyclone Rim and Chain Lakes. We crossed three bunches one after the other. The first two bunches were one day apart. Fog and snow meant that bunch three had to hold up a day. Our neighbors, the Rodewalds, told us to hold up an extra day on their pasture. They had planned to ship calves that day, but had to cancel the trucks due to road and weather conditions. The next day dawned bright and clear, if bitter cold (-23 degrees) and we made the passage without incident. It is always nerve-wracking, due to heavy oil field traffic. We flag front and rear, and sometimes run into over-eager truck drivers. Luckily, this year, the truckers helped us and we crossed without any problems. On the same day, we got our first load of corn in. Corn is necessary to sustain the ewes through the cold cold weather, and to flush them since we plan to put the bucks in in a week or so. It is important that they are increasing their nutritional level just ahead of the breeding season, in order to increase the conception of twins.
The long trail south, with an aside from “Moby Duck”
Every year in mid-April, we begin the long trek south with the sheep. Most of them have wintered on the Red Desert, north of Wamsutter, Wyoming. They trail sixty miles or so to the Badwater pasture–a checkerboard pasture southeast of Creston Junction. When the Union Pacific put the railroad through in 1865, the U.S. government gave them every other section for 20 miles on either side of the track as an incentive. If they’d just given them a solid ten miles, it would have made life easier for future generations, but that is how it is. Half the sections are privately owned (and many of them were sold by the railroad over the years) and half are BLM-administered lands.
This annual journey includes crossing under Interstate 80 and over the Union Pacific tracks, thankfully on an overpass. It is a trail fraught with hazards, as the traffic is sometimes heavy and the railroad overpass is blind on the approaches. We do a lot of flagging and keep the sheep in the right-of-way as much as possible.
I recently read “Moby-Duck: The True Story of 28,800 Bath Toys Lost at Sea and of the Beachcombers, Oceanographers, Environmentalists, and Fools, Including the Author,Who Went in Search of Them” by Donovon Hohn–a book which tracks the vast number of container ships who travel from Asia to the United States with consumer goods. I was interested to note that the sheep were passing over railroad cars carrying containers that clearly originated in China.
When we pass through the gate into our good neighbors Duane and Debbie Rodewald’s pasture, we give a huge sigh of relief.



























































