I drove up with my friend Stuart (seen in the photograph on the left) to Rocky Mountain National Park yesterday afternoon. The weather forecasters said that there was a chance of afternoon storms, and were they right. As soon as we approached Estes Park, it started raining like hell. It continued raining like that all the way to the park entrance. There was bumper-to-bumper traffic heading out of the park, but nobody heading in our direction. In fact, there was not even anyone at the booths to take your money. I guess they figured no one would be crazy enough to go into the park with that kind of weather. They figured wrong.
By the time we started to head up Trail Ridge Road, the rain had stopped and it was all blue sky. We drove above treeline and then headed down into the west side of the park, where it is rumored there are actually moose hanging around. Part of the way down cars heading the opposite direction were stopped in the middle of the road, and people were taking photographs. Could it be a moose sighting? I parked at a turnoff a short distance ahead and Stuart and I walked back to see what all the excitement was all about. Elk. Two elk sitting in a meadow, contemplating the meaning of life. Damn. My streak of mooseless forays into the mountains continues.
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