A bunch of us got together & did a week long trip in the Colorado rockies one year. Matt & I climbed up a rather large hill that at the time we refereed to as a “mountain”. It was pretty high up & did take us the better part of an afternoon to climb.
Near the top we spooked a momma elk and ran across this guy. Hadn’t learned to fear the unknown yet and just watched us walking around while he rested. One of the highlights of the trip for me.
We also somehow managed to have a good time as we adjusted to the harshness of non-city living.