The trail was steep, but beautiful enough to take our breath away even when we weren't climbing. A variety of flowers were still in bloom the last week of August:
On the way down, Steve and I were marching merrily ahead when Tess and Tim hollered, "Stop!" "Back!" "Look out!"
We stopped. A moose was in the woods, only about 30 feet away from us. We backed up slowly. Sure enough, it was a mama moose with a calf, the very situation that can be dangerous. Here's mama, looking displeased: