We trekked up to a lake above the river to fish and set up camp for the night in hopes to stay warm and get out of the wind and rain that was still looming over us. That afternoon was spent trying to catch fish--emphasis on trying. We came up dry and went to bed early and hungry.
We rose in the morning to find all the peaks around us had been dusted with snow overnight. While Adam built a fire to heat up some water for oatmeal, I headed down to the lake to take another whack at catching a fish.
Luckily, Adam thought the scene was beautiful enough to snap a photo, and I am soooo glad he did, because his camera was ready for what was about to happen next...
When I looked to my right a bull moose was coming out of the bushes 30 feet away from me. We startled each other, and I turned to run back up to camp and he ran into the lake. Adam saw the whole scene unfold, beautifully.
This was an absolute highlight of the trip and a favorite photograph.
Once the excitement from the moose and the rain died down, my dad caught one measly fish and we eagerly hiked back to the river.