President's day involved a trip with our "empty nesters" group into the foothills on the east side of the Cascades. We have lived here for 34 years and never once went to see the winter feeding of the wild elk and bighorn sheep. They come down out of the mountains and used to wreak havoc on Farmer John's crops and trees and anything they could munch. So, a consortium financed construction of an "elk fence" at the highway and figured to feed the elk with surplus hay once per day. Total herd we watched get fed was over 1,000 elk.
This last picture is of an adjoining area for feeding the wild bighorn sheep. Hard to see but there is one in the rocks at left center. They ate before we got there so we didn't get to see very many. Afterwards we all drove into Yakima and ate at Miner's, an institution for all my kids.