On Sunday Dave and I headed up the mountain. Hoping for a trail ride with the dual purpose of looking for stray cows. When we were up there a couple of days before we saw several elk. Of course that day I didn't have my camera. I had it this day but only saw a few cow elk. We could hear the bulls bugling all around us though.
I like to look at the carvings in the trees. It is kind of like looking into a history book. This one is from 1903. This mountain was used as sheep and cattle range for many years until it was turned into a National Park. Many of the sheep herders left their mark.
Others left their signs as well.
This guy was on the run in the 80's for killing two game wardens. This probably wasn't actually written by him, but you never know.
Of course the leaves were beautiful.
We rode up a steep trail. Then we turned off the trail and climbed to a "hidden" cabin.
It is an old hunting cabin built by Robisons back in the 70's
This spring is still pretty, unlike most of them up there. The elk have wallowed in them making them icky.
Yep, that is what a herd of elk will do to a pretty spring. Have you seen a pig wallow? Exactly the same. Population control is important. Enough said.
Dave said they used to run cows up here and watered them at this trough. It is dry now.
This was probably one of his old hereford bulls.
We were on top of the ridge looking into spring valley.
The horses got a nice break while we wondered around and had a picnic lunch.
My old and somewhat over weight horse, Jewell, made the climb. Good thing we weren't in a hurry.
Strawberry Creek is still a beautiful place even if I don't agree with all that has been done to change it.