ColoradoBennett-Elk bugle

Every year my family (the Gurrs) have a marvelous tradition of camping in Rocky Mountain National Park at the end of September/beginning of October to listen to the elk bugle. The town of Estes Park and the surrounded area is just swamped with elk and it really is a sight to behold. This year, the biggest elk in the bunch got mad at Pop (the biggest man in the bunch). Gram and Pop were innocently standing on the side of the road looking at the big elk and his herd when all of the sudden the big bull decided to charge at Pop. He looked Pop right in the eye and got about 10 yards away before changing his mind and turning around. During the charge Pop told Gram to dive behind a nearby rock for protection and she hurt her ankle in the process. Pop said it was really scary. The rest of us teased him and called him "elk bait" and said that's what he gets for going elk hunting all these years. Well Kaia is on my lap crying. She didn't want to play in Sierra's version of "London Bridges" and surprisingly got hurt in the process. It was nice to get back into the blog. Adam changed our internet provider and we were without the blog for about 3 days. Terrible suffering occurred. Now, I'm off to pack for WA. Whoooohoo.