Hello?

Oh, hello.  Apparently you have to upload pictures & write things to keep this thing, called a "blog," updated.  Weird.


Blankets of wildflowers we saw during one of our adventurous trail runs.  These fields of flowers turn me into a waxing poetic, blubbering, hopeless romantic.  "The cool mountain air tickling our sun-warmed skin, dancing off beads of sweat.  A babbling mountain creek twinkling in the bright sun..."  Just like people amaze themselves with their singing abilities when they're alone in the car, I become the next world famous poet when I'm prancing through the fields of wildflowers.  Move over Shakespeare, I'm 'bout to take ova!

 How can you not be moved by this gorgeousness??

 It's tough to see in the picture, but yes, that was a moose in the far, far distance.

 When the ladies took a "different route," we literally stumbled upon a small herd of elk.  Three bulls & one cow - which is an unusual grouping, although it's possible the cow elk was really a very young bull elk with no visible antlers (which would also be odd).

 Later boys!  Thanks for the nice butt shot.