I have no idea if this pic will come through or not. It’s a 360 degree panorama of a meadow about 300 yards up from the camp. Beautiful place.
Buddy Mills took Sherri and I up the mountain today in his honkin big truck. We traveled roads that looked as if they haven’t been driven on since last year at least. We saw some beautiful sights.
At one point, we came around a corner and ran up on a herd of at least 60 elk. There were no bulls in the packs, but I’m sure they were hanging back and watching.
The herd ran up the side of the mountain and we parked and watched. This massive herd was about 1/3 younglings (what do you call a baby elk?). As we sat and watched, the air was filled with the sound of all these elk calling out for their babies in a massive group effort to connect. It was slightly reminiscent of a dock full of gulls in Corpus Christi, magnified greatly and an octave lower. It was truly an awe inspiring moment.
Two days left, and then back to the real world.