Sure my mother puts together a nice rant about Estes Park, but it really wasnt that bad, it just wasnt what we were expecting.
We were leaving Spruce Valley Park as soon as possible this morning to find some real Colorado beauty so I had to get my run in early. I took a different route than yesterday, up the mountain this time. The first two miles went up a winding road lined by red cliffs and scattered log cabins. At the top there was a beautiful little lake, Mary's Lake. I wish I would have taken my camera because it was truly a beautiful sight. The air was thin and crisp and the sun was just above the tree line but very hot. The lake bordered by tall pine trees was ice cold as it was collecting the melting snow from the towering mountains in the distance. It was such a peaceful sight, I could have stayed there all day but I had to get back so we could hit the road. Believe it or not the run back down the mountain was significantly easier. Before I got back though I found a dirt road and took a nice detour. About half a mile in I was looking at the ground and then I heard a frightful noise. I jerked my head up and 10 feet in front of me stood a huge beast. An elk was right there staring me down. I must have been looking pretty huge (Im talkin football player huge)with my shirt off cause this elk was very defensive and was ready to run away in terror. Actually that last sentence was somewhat of a lie. As soon as I saw that thing I did a 180 as soon as I could to get away. Im surprised I didnt twist an ankle when I turned, but then I bolted back to the campsite and hid in the safety of my mothers arms. That elk was very majestic, but I almost had to change my pants after that encounter. -paulson
*The one I saw was bigger..
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