An elk’s ribs are visible by spring at Sky Mountain Park.
Springtime in the Rockies is irresistible. A balmy afternoon is impetus enough to pump up bike tires, assemble a fishing rod or dig hiking boots from the back of the closet. The stomping grounds of our summer passions are calling. Don’t answer.
Even before the first wildflowers of spring nudge upward through the matted detritus laid bare by the receding snow, something else will emerge in fetid, unsightly quantities. Nothing spells springtime in our corner of the Rockies like a winter’s worth of dog poo.