What a Thrill!

After 8 days at our campground, we needed to dump and take on water.  (Is this TMI?)  Anyway, we drove, correction, I drove the RV 8 miles (it seemed like 50) to Mary’s Lake RV park where we took care of business for a reasonable fee of $7.  Now I know this doesn’t sound like a big deal, but you have to understand that I DON’T drive this bus-like thing.  When I had my truck and 24-foot 5^th wheel, I was quite comfortable driving all over the country.  However, Ron’s 30-foot Class A is a whole different thing.  I just let him drive while I ride along like the princess I am.

But back to my story.  After dumping, we (alright, Ron) parked in the visitor center lot for a few hours and that’s where the ‘Thrill’ came in.  Right between the parking lot and golf course were a bunch of cow elk and although previously I was not impressed with the town elk, these had very special bonuses.

I asked the volunteers (who are there to keep idiot tourists from harassing the elk) about the calves and was told the oldest was 1 ½ weeks and the youngest was 3 days.

When the babies decided to move, I think we could guess which one was the youngest.

See him still lying there at the edge of the picture?

Here he seems to ask, “Hey, where did everybody go?”

“Why is everybody looking at me?

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“Ah, that’s better.”

Once again, these pictures are zoomed and cropped.  I would never get as close as they appear.  Although these elk seemed not to care about all the people watching, you never know what a wild animal will do, especially with babies.   One volunteer told me that per Colorado law, if one of these elk should hurt a human, it would be put down AND if it has a calf, it would also be killed!  Tragic!