Just before we got there, traffic was stopped! Some bighorn sheep were crossing the road and, of course, everyone had to gawk. George drove very sloooowly and I took pictures out the side window. Motley-est bunch of critters I've ever seen! July is apparently when Bighorn Sheep shed their fleece naturally, but it's not a pretty sight.
Just past Sheep Lakes we turned off the main road. (There were sheep in the meadow but they were a long distance away. They're motley anyway so you're not missing anything.)
It's only 9 miles on to Fall River Pass (11,796' high) but at 15 mph and lots of stops for pictures it seems farther.
At one place there's a big retaining wall made of blocks of chicken wire filled with rocks. Makes you wonder what happened here...I'll bet somebody got clobbered.
One of the best parts of this road is that you're a lot closer to the high peaks of the Mummy Range so you look straight up to see them instead of across the valley. I really like craggy mountains! That's the way mountains are supposed to look.
There are wildflowers everywhere. The red one's Indian Paintbrush; the white one is Western Bistort. I don't know about the yellow ones...
There's still snow remaining in the mountain shadow, but it's melting. There are trickles of water--even if you can't see them, you can still hear them. Wonder if this part of Colorado is in the drought area?
You can see where the snow blew over the ridge last winter. This section of the road just before the Alpine Visitor Center gives "off the side of the road" a whole new meaning.
Sky sure was getting dark. When it started raining, George wasn't as willing to stop for pictures. Let's see...mountains, rainstorm, lightning...maybe he's right.
But it didn't last long, so we got one more picture of the two of us.
More pictures here: Rocky Mountain Natl Park