Today it was off to yet another area of the park – Wild Basin.
The trail followed a stream for a good portion of the time.
These bridges were either not washed out or rebuilt from the Sept 2013 floods.
The water really couldn’t decide the best path down the mountain, so it just kind of went every which-way.
This was probably the last day for this little Frosty.
Not many days I’ve hiked through snow and seen a hummingbird!
Unfortunately, even though they are given explicit exemption from domesticated animals on the trail, we did not see any llamas!
The parting group shot! We left just in time. Three of the next four nights there were tornado watches and 8 inches of rain the following two days after we left, a tornado touchdown nearby, and knee-deep hail in parts of Denver. Just like I brought sunshine to Iceland, I’m evidently a vacation good weather charm at the moment.
Today was a bit lower-key so we drove the trail ridge road, which has a peak elevation of 12,183 ft above sea level, making it the highest paved road in the U.S.
How’d you like to plow the right lane?
We always told Martin he would get to go places his sisters did not. Well, here’s one!
Even though it is June, the snowpack is still quite impressive along the road.
And even higher near the pass.
Part of the alpine visitor center is dug out – the snow is still up to the roof to the left and right of the entrance.
The building next door was not faring much better – the restaurant and gift shop had only a few opening for some of the windows.
Why they needed an area closed sign down this trail was a bit perplexing!
Near the pass.
Our long-time traveling companions enjoying a warm and bright mountain afternoon.
Back in the lowlands, the elk grazed.
We hiked to within a few miles of the headwaters of the Colorado River.
Mrs. Moose peaking out from the trail along the Colorado River.
Our first big hike was up to Mills Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park.
The trail started out dry, then as we moved up, a little wet…
and then a little white for much of the way. But the weather was warm and it was shorts weather.
Around the bend, approaching Mills Lake.
The intrepid hiker nearing the lake.
Martin with what we call his “outdoor advertisement” look.
Finally at the lake.
This place was reminiscent of Moraine Lake in the Canadian Rockies with the numerous peaks surrounding the lake.
A look at one of the peaks on the way back down.
Depending on the elevation the Aspen leaves were out…
or not, but the pasque flowers were.
We found a VRBO.com rental on the banks of the St Vrain river between Boulder and Estes Park.
It is an attractive little cottage.
With a charming backyard.
And a boardwalk right along the river! Especially nice in the evening to hear the rushing water pass by.
Martin spent a lot of time “Hanging Out” in his hammock in the back yard. Tomorrow the adventures begin.