This summer in Colorado has been spectacularly rainy. That doesn’t comes without it’s downsides, but one upside are the fungi.
A week ago I took an early morning hike around the Snowshow Hare Trail in Golden Gate Canyon State Park (from Rifleman Philips to Dude’s fishing hole and back.) When I got to the moist area below the fishing hole … I started coming upon these guys.
All photos are taken by a phone, and were taken from the trail:
Note: Do NOT eat wild fungi. Some can be harmful and worse; irreparable liver damage & death. Enjoy the looking, but don’t touch.
(This post sat in the drafts folder for too long, so I am setting it free. )
Original railway across the mouth of Coal Creek Canyon
This year’s closure of highway 72 due to an impact with the bridge by truck have caused more closures than even this year’s train derailment. As such our family trips and commutes between Coal Creek Canyon and Golden/Boulder/Denver have been via Golden Gate State Park and/or Flagstaff (passing Walker Ranch & Gross Reservoir.) These trips have been longer than usual, but glorious in wildlife & scenery.
Coming down through Golden Gate State Park of a morning allows iconically Colorado views of Elk browsing through sun-light streaks and Aspen trees. That atop priceless views out to the snow emphasized mountain peaks of the continental divide. Easier in spring than in the blizzards of winter, and a fantastic drive.
Bighorn Sheep on Highway 6
One return trip we elected to come up Highway 6 (towards Blackhawk, then along Highway 119.) I always enjoy the sights of Bighorn sheep along that route, and maintain it is the local place for Coloradans and tourists to get some fun close-ups of sheep (from the luxury of their car.) This trip was no exception, with 5 males with huge horns right by the roadside. Hugh horns, solid and powerful. Wonderful.
To make another change we took a route via Boulder, Flagstaff mountain and Gross Reservoir. Suddenly a bobcat crosses the road right in front of us. Rather than disappearing into the woods the bobcat chose a group of rocks and bedded down. The cats tail was long, perhaps a foot long, with a white tip.
Interestingly this tail hardly stopped moving, the cat flicked it continually. Note: how the magpie are crying their disapproval at the cat, and a hummer buzzes on by.