Sunday, May 26, 2024

Flash Fiction # 616 -- Real life vacation/4

 It is not unusual to see small herds of Elk within a few minutes of entering the park, especially if you head toward the alluvial fan area.  Here, pebbles, rocks, and boulders mark the path of a massive flood on July 31, 1976. 144 people died as the water rushed through the narrow passage.

The weather is changeable.  We've been to the park on hot, dry days and in snow and sleet.  We've driven past high snow-capped mountains, and years where the same area is a lush carpet of green. Part of the joy is being surprised by the changes.

 


 







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