This was the last bit of brightness we saw this morning...
Then, we were plunged into a world of gray.
But then I did see detail as the mother moose ran toward us from 75 yards away with her head down. I've never had a moose care about our presence at such a long distance. We could head downhill so I took off on my fat bike with Shyla ahead of me at top speed. After a little while, I looked back, and Mama Moose was returning to the other two moose, who were now also further down the hill toward us.
I grabbed my camera but my hands were shaking so I got only one decent photo before Mama Moose looked over her shoulder to give us another warning "look". That made us depart for good. The one decent photo shows last year's calf, with his asymmetrical antlers. I wonder if he tried to rejoin Mama Moose and her new calf, but Mama Moose was rebuffing him.
Shyla and I were more than happy to completely change our planned route to stay away from the crazy moose. We went up high where the sparkling white mountains jumped out from the gray sky.
It was windy up high, as you can see from the snow blowing off the ridges.
It looked less windy more to the north, where the clouds hugged the mountain that Shyla and I like to climb in the summer.
On our way home, we saw no more moose but we saw a flock of robins! I'm guessing that means it's spring, right?