It is a dead elk. It has shuffled off this mortal coil and joined the choir invisibule.

Paula’s sister Pat arrived today, and we hiked the trail up to Cub Lake.

It heads up the side of a glacial valley, along the edge of a lateral moraine, and past two elk skeletons. Cub Lake itself was less scenic that it had been before a big fire went through, and the weather was not so great up there so we headed back down the trail. We saw some other elk who weren’t quite as dead.

It was a five mile hike over rough and rocky ground with 570 feet of ascent, and the same amount of descent. (Coincidence?) I just tried to stand up, and failed.