A few weeks ago we headed up to Rocky Mountain National Park for a hike up to Lawn Lake. It’s a trail we haven’t done in a few years, even though we really enjoyed the trip the one and only time we’d gone up there. The hike isn’t steep, but it is very long – we clocked nearly 14 miles by the time our day was done!
This time around, I was crazy enough to take the big camera with me for the entire trek, only adding weight to the pack I had to carry. No worries though because it meant more calories burned (which translates into less guilt over celebratory food & beverages afterward!) and I was rewarded with some fun with a marmot.
The hike up was uneventful. Gorgeous, but uneventful. Not a ton of wildlife, but plenty of scenery and wildflowers in bloom…
…some shadows out to play along the Rolling River…
…and some downed trees that made for an abstract that I can’t help but think looks like a rhino or a triceratops tilting its angry head.
Lawn Lake is spectacular on an average day. Add the fabulous weather we had and it was simply scrumptious!
While we were plopped down on the lake shore for a spot of lunch, I got inspired. The rocks on the opposite side of the lake – for some reason – every time I looked at them, I kept thinking they looked painted. That gave me a post-processing idea… once I got home, I tossed the Photoshop oil paint filter on it and voila! Not quite what I pictured in my mind, but it still came out funky, especially with what it did to the grasses and pines along the shore:
If it seems like I’m glossing over the hike, I sorta am, but for good reason. Not only can I say “it’s so gorgeous up there” so many times and bore even myself, but also we had more fun on the way down the trail after lunch thanks to a new marmot friend we made during a lengthy game of peek-a-boo!
I saw the little guy scoot across the trail about 25 yards ahead of us and park himself in a set of boulders on the side of the trail. Knowing that marmots tend to graze in and around rocks scrounging for little bits of lichen and mosses, I knew he’d be back out, so I started to get into position for when he did.
Bingo! Oh, hello there…
Clearly I’d been spotted, but he didn’t run away. Knowing that they can be skittish and don’t move nearly as fast as say, a chipmunk, I bided my time. Each time he popped back into his little hiding spot, I slowly crept up another step or two to get closer to him. (I always keep a healthy and respectable distance away from critters, balancing not spooking them with where I need to be for grabbing a shot.)
Every time after I’d step forward, I’d see a little nose pop out and check out the situation:
After about 15 minutes of this dance, I think he decided to “smile” (unlikely) or was simply annoyed with my presence and my taking so many shots of him:
And with that, we bid each other adieu and everyone went about their day:
Another successful day on the trails in the books!