eight point two
Arriving back at the parking lot, five-ish hours after we set out for a free-weekend stroll in Rocky Mountain National Park, Melissa and Quincy and Steph and I calculated that that our hike had turned out to be about 8.2 miles.
Even thought the trek was a bit longer than expected, it was worth the distance: we hiked up-and-back to Fern Falls, and to Cub Lake, and walked past elk grazing 10 yards from the trail.
And just before we arrived back to the lower parking lot, we got to wade through the side streams of the river before crossing the bridge.
The highlight of the trip was watching a giant log coming down a stretch stretch of river, being tossed around like it was a twig. There's no picture of that, though. I don't think a picture would've done it justice: a half-ton section of tree bouncing and spinning, and you couldn't even really hear it separately from the general noise of the river.
Even thought the trek was a bit longer than expected, it was worth the distance: we hiked up-and-back to Fern Falls, and to Cub Lake, and walked past elk grazing 10 yards from the trail.
And just before we arrived back to the lower parking lot, we got to wade through the side streams of the river before crossing the bridge.
The highlight of the trip was watching a giant log coming down a stretch stretch of river, being tossed around like it was a twig. There's no picture of that, though. I don't think a picture would've done it justice: a half-ton section of tree bouncing and spinning, and you couldn't even really hear it separately from the general noise of the river.
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