Because, let's face it, any time I get a chance to get out and play in the mountains I'm going to take it. This year, it was cold (40 degrees), there was still some snow on the ground, and the melting snowpack higher up was case for both celebration and raging rivers.
Here, we observe the rivers:
Here, we observe the fauna:
This was the best photo I could get of the illusive photographer in the wild:
And, on a personal note, I looked my fear of heights in the eyes and told it to piss off:
