As wonderful as the Wool Market was, the real reason we were in Estes Park was to experience Rocky Mountain National Park. This was our third visit in four years.
One of our favorite spots in the park is Moraine Park. We put our fishing skills to the the test in the Big Thompson River that snakes its way through here. I wasn't experienced enough to outwit the fish.
But John was able to fool three of them into taking the bait. This was not easy to do because this stretch of the river is heavily fished and everything caught must be released. This beautiful brown trout was the largest of the three he landed.
We saw more elk this time than we ever have before. A herd of about 50 were grazing nearby while we fished. I didn't notice them until I heard the calves calling for their mothers. Look carefully and you'll see them in the foreground of this picture.
Later, as we were driving through the park we saw this magnificent elk. He was causing a traffic jam as everyone was pulling over to take his picture.
Trail Ridge Road took us above the tree line to the snow-capped mountain peaks.
The drifts at the Alpine Visitor Center are still quiet high. And the temperature is still on the cold side. Can you tell I'm shivering?
We didn't catch any fish at Lily Lake to take photos of, but this ground squirrel was kind enough to pose for me.
And this duck swam right by my fishing spot, so I took his picture too.
Everywhere you turn there is something beautiful to see. It's easy to fall in love with this place.
Rocky Mountain National Park is a true mountaintop experience.