The land where elks bugle

This is the time of year when the big elk start to gather their harems. Barb and I went to hear them this evening. All of this takes place in the high country twenty miles up the road from our place.

You don't hear the bugling until it gets close to dark. And this high in the mountains, cold comes along with the darkness. It is an erie sound in an erie place. It is a place, a sound, and an experience you will never forget.