Creeks and Pronghorn

Visiting Elk Lake Resort is a pretty experience. Hiking reveals panoramic vistas. Boating provides a tranquil yet majestic view of the Centennials. The drive out is even pretty. It's an opportunity to see animals, mountains, and everything in between. These pictures were from two different drives out.





Pronghorn are plentiful. In fact, on my way out for the last time, we saw a large herd on road. Once on a hike with Rosie, I saw a lone pronghorn about 50 yards away. I'd never experienced the curiosity of a pronghorn before. It acted similarly to our llama--curious yet wary. The little thing kept taking steps toward Rosie and I. It did eventually get spooked, but it was fun while it lasted.

Morning Walk

Yesterday morning, Labor Day, I took advantage of the free morning hours and took a walk behind my house. There's a great view of the mountains plus a motocross track! Libby Creek is off to the right, and the sun streamed upon it so golden and pretty.

The large mountain in the middle is Treasure. Dome is peaking out from the righ of the picture. It's the round-topped granite one. My kiddos learned to identify that one Friday.

Bramlet Lakes...6,000 Feet Up!

Yesterday I saw two more of the lakes scattered about in the Cabinets. Upper and Lower Bramlet can be reached by a short and sweet hike from a goat trail of a road (which, by the way, my little Honda navigated just fine!). Ann and I hiked to Lower Bramlet, had lunch, then decided to 'bushwack' to Upper. That proved very fun. We climbed a waterfall, saw an huge version of a hamster laying on a rocky ledge, 'discovered' a magnificent waterfall over layered rocks, and gained elevation very quickly.






Upper Bramlet sits right underneath the rocky point known as Carney Peak. The lake is small and emerald green. It's banks are formed of huge rocks, some of which are partially submerged in the turquoise water. Little pollywog's dart about between them. Fish surfaced here and there while close to shore, little stonefly larvae scoot about on the lake floor. Plus...I was, in spirit, doing handsprings and backflips of delight over being on ground that was over 6,000 feet.

It's a place I hope to visit again before the snow flies through the air and piles into high, impassable drifts.

The Creek

Just beyond my little house is a creek called Libby Creek. It's beautiful in the winter under it's icy shell. Right now, however, it's beauty is of another kind. It's clear, cool, rippling, and sparkly. I rolled up my jeans and waded in yesterday, and this was my view.