On Friday evening, I gave into my curiosity and climbed the ridge across the valley from our camp along Fall Creek. I didn’t expect to make it to the top, but I knew if I did there would be magnificent views, including a view of Sheep Mountain to the West. I was surprised to find this weathered cabin at the top, which — if it weren’t for a passerby’s efforts to wedge a support bean between the ground and its far-most corner — would have collapsed on itself some time ago. It is hard to believe a sheep herder could have lived in this hut, but a hinged door on the front side would suggest this structure was more than just a shack to provide shelter for a sheep salt-lick.