A lovely little stream ran off the mountainside and through the campground. Its cold, clear water served as a playground for children who rearranged the rocks each day.
The only trees in the campground grew along this stream.
On two evenings, we drove up the mountain on a skinny, winding gravel road. Here was a view.
We saw a prairie chicken. Why does it cross the road?
We saw a large deer.
And we saw the only moose of the trip. This young one was eyeing me back as it waded in the pond.
Looks like the antlers may be growing in different directions.
Further on in the aspen glen, was this big one, sitting and chewing.
That is the closest and best sightings of moose for us and I was just thrilled.
This was a marvelous road to go nature looking.