High up in the canyon and a light rain starting, I came across this little fellow. It was a ways off and disappeared into the boulder field. To my surprise it popped up a few minutes later on the other side of the trail. I edged closer until it was in range of the my 100-400mm lens and took this picture, which reminds me of Mr. Burns from the Simpsons.
The rain picked up and I decided to turn around, up ahead was a narrow cliff passage and I’m scared of heights. I doubt I would have continued on a sunny day, but especially not now as the rain made the rocks slick. I knew my wife would never forgive me if I slipped off to my death so I headed back down the trail, happy that I had gotten what I came for.
Though taken in the fall, the picture shows mostly winter colors. You can see a little of the oranges and yellows from the autumn leaves, but mostly the background is dominated by the white of the small snowfields. There wasn’t a lot of snow at this elevation, but a little higher up the snow was already inches deep on the trail.
