Estes Park. Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
My sister, Murphy, and one of our nephews entered Rocky Mountain National Park through Estes Park.
Although there is no carcass in this Colorado story, there is poo:
Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
It's a rather dainty collection of poo, I'm thinking. Maybe that of a young maiden doe? A little boob-a-doop that fell so gently onto the soft woodland floor.
A wide, tidy boardwalk led us to a stream.
Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
Along the way, we passed new buds on a tree. They looked soft and nubby, inviting a caress of a finger along their length.
Tree bud. Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
Tree bud. Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
I watched a duck make its way down a meandering brook, bobbing and snacking.
In another location, we scrabbled over a rocky trail to get to a small waterfall. There were big boulders lying about. One had a hollowed-out bowl in which captured water held the reflections of sky and rock.
Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
We passed a field of elk.
Elk. Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
Elk. Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
We stopped at a magnificent look-out. We crawled about rock faces and protruding tree roots.
Rocky Mountain National Park via Estes Park, Colorado. May 2016.
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