Saturday and Sunday were a washed out affair, as each afternoon the rain had moved in from the west. Aspen still managed to swim in the morning on both days before the afternoon deluge took place. With that said, we were off on Saturday to the Alpine Center, as it had been a while since we had taken a drive into the Rocky Mountain National Park.
One never really knows what to expect when making the journey to the Alpine Center. As we approached the Alpine Center at Medicine Bow Curve, an Elk herd was forging high in the subalpine and into the alpine tundra zones. We are nearing the time of the year when the herd begins moving below to the various valleys scattered throughout the park. Unlike last year, there was still a bit of snow pack left on the upper cirque behind the visitor center, which should last into the start of next winter.
After taking Aspen for her morning swim on Sunday, I headed down to the campground office to access the internet and look at the radar. Once again the rains were heading our way. I headed back to tell Stella that we might be able to get a quick paddle of Grand Lake in just as a clap of thunder interrupted that thought. We actually had hoped to drive down to Lake Granby and paddle into the Colorado River, but mother nature had other thoughts.
Anyway, there is no such thing as a bad weekend in the mountains. I was able to finish reading, “My First Summer in the Sierra by John Muir.” Later in the afternoon as we were preparing to head back to the city, the cow moose and her calf made a late day appearance behind Base Camp. The calf seems to be growing in size with each passing weekend as it prepares itself for its first winter.