As usual, we rode some beautiful new country on the way back, staying low and calling up into each draw we crossed along the way. Early in the ride we spotted a lone cow on a hillside, but were unable to provoke a bugle from any potential partners in the area. Shortly after, we bumped a cow moose and calf out of a willow bottom and watched as they disappeared into the timber up the other side. The creek bottoms were turning more and more yellow by the day, and with the afternoon sun, the colors were stunning.
