It says something about the vastness of the Never Summer range that this peak, spectacular and looming right over the road, has no name. But labeled or not, the descent is irresistible.
The "Outdoor Stairmaster," as DA called it: The day started out grey... ...but ended with blue sky and warm sunshine. The video tells the story. Climb, ski, satisfaction.
Or in this case, a muddy bike water bottle, I guess. Hmmm. Not sure exactly where I'm going with this. But the sun did come up and I've always liked that song. Checking on the folks over in Masonville: A Grouse: And rollin' home:
I've been visiting these guys as often as I can to watch for the little fuzzy ones. No babies to see, yet. Those big yellow eyes always see me before I see them.
Momma hasn't left the nest for a few weeks now: Dad is usually keeping a close watch nearby as well: