What an amazing day. We ate a free breakfast in the hotel, packed the car and drove to the Rocky Mountain National Park. It’s been a few years (okay a decade) since we’ve traversed the steep roads and amazing terrain. I can’t believe how much I love this country.
We took the gravel Old Fall River Road to the top of the mountain and held our breath several times; not only because of the beauty but because we were convinced that we would die.
And here’s the thing you won’t believe: We were eating lunch at the Alpine Visitor Center and my wife used the binoculars to look for Elk. She spotted several near the ridge of another peak and then said, “Look at that animal running down the mountain.” After several minutes of viewing, and then coming speaking to a park ranger (who was not helpful) and then coming back to our hotel room and looking up our observations, we determined that we saw the only known Wolverine in Colorado. No fooling. From our view point, we could tell that it was MUCH bigger than Marmot. It was nearly the size of my Lab but much thicker and with a big, bushy tale. It would run for a bit and then stop and lift its head. Then it would run a bit more.
And if that wasn’t enough, when we finally made it down the mountain, we stopped at Sprague Lake where we enjoyed a visiting moose!
What a day! It was a once-in-a-life-time kind of day.