We rode from 8:00-10:00 in a light rain without seeing another elk and only hearing one or two distant bugles. We were still pretty high up, and after the rain stopped decided to head the rest of the way up to the crest to take a look at the country on the backside. I do pretty good with heights, other than when driving, but I had to look away shortly after popping out onto this narrow ridge on the backside of the mountain top. It was a long damn way down, and the trail we took along the summit was probably the narrowest of the week.
