My Sunday started out poorly, with me oversleeping, on a day with predicted typical thundershower cycle in the mountains (i.e starting around noon). I basically had screwed myself out of any sort of outing above treeline.
I got rolling as soon as I could, and headed up to the Indian Peaks (Sourdough/Rainbow Lakes area), and some running on high-altitude forest roads was done.
As I was heading back, I recognized the turn in the road where I had seen a moose cow and calf last summer, as they dashed into the woods near dark. I stopped for a look and found some bark missing from fallen aspens, and some poop that looked like this.
To my amazement, just a couple of minutes later I heard a huge CRASH! in the woods and trampling of trees and bushes. I carefully walked down the road, and when I stopped and looked into the woods, I saw this:
You can see the calf on the right, and mom is much better hidden on the left, with both looking right at me. I took a couple of steps closer and they bolted.
It's too much of a coincidence for this to be another pair of animals. I'm sure it's the same cow and calf (which was much smaller last year).
Moose are not that common here, and I feel very lucky. And good to see mom and child are doing well, and I hope I didn't spook them too much.