The overlook trail at Klondike Park is a quick steep climb from the visitor’s center. I wasn’t too sure about getting up it today, but the snow is slushy and soft and not nearly as icy as it looks.
Black vultures swirl over the cliffs and the sun sparkled river. Sometimes in pairs, then suddenly by the dozens, they swoop and circle over my head, daring me to capture more than a blur of their motion.
Along the ridge, Hogsback trail is still thick with snow.
A few travelers at least, have stomped out a hint of a path.
I follow their steps, hoping they actually know what they’re doing. The alternative, of course, being that I’ll join them at the bottom of a ravine somewhere out here.
It seems that they did.
I stop for awhile; to play with lenses, switch out my batteries, and try to capture the expanse of the world around me.
Even the vulture put is a helpful appearance, teasing me to try again to catch him in flight.
The switchback trail down the hill is a little less defined.
Most people probably went back the way they came, but it had a peaceful beauty of it’s own, winding down into the valley.
Rambling ... 