Ginger and I struck out on this bird when we drove here in the pre-kid era, but we had success on this day. The birds were calling like snow buntings and I was looking around for birds in the air when she spotted the birds down-slope. I had been hoping that a gray juvenile wouldn't be my only view of the species and was in luck, the parent was in attendance.
The kids were more impressed by another denizen of the rocks, a pika
There were fewer butterflies here than Mt Washburn but a Milbert's Tortoiseshell wandered past.
The flowers were just crazy in some of the alpine meadows though.
It'd be a fun place to go back to.