It’s cold at 9,500 feet on a late September morning in the Gravelly Mountains – I’m glad for my down coat and warm coffee. We’re sitting on a little ridge overlooking the pond we camped near last night, waiting for the sun to warm us up. Yesterday evening a Bald Eagle stopped by for a drink, along with a young hawk who checked us out but was too spooked by our fire to actually come in for a landing.
Squinting into the rising sun starts hurting my eyes, so I turn my back on the pond and check out the meadows and mountains to the west of us. It occurs to me that I’ve left my camera in the camper, but I’m too lazy to go get it.
I’m lost in a daydream when I become aware of an odd grunting noise behind me – from the direction of the pond. I turn and squint into the sun. A moose! Having a morning drink at the pond!
He knows I’m there, but lets me go back to the camper and get my camera before he calmly heads out.
I was in such a rush to get my first photos that I failed to notice how perfectly he was reflected in the water. Oh well – I do like that you can see his breath.
He circled our camp, crossed into the big meadow and headed off into the forest. Not a bad way to start the morning!