The late, great John Denver pulls his guitar out and starts to strum/sing “Rocky Mountain High”! Yes, this region of North America is special and John innately understood that fact.
Yesterday was one of the most special days of my life outdoors. Since I was a little boy over 55 years ago, I have hoped I might see an Arctic Ptarmigan. Given hanging out on the Alaska tundra at high elevation near the start of winter is unlikely for me, finding these birds at one of the few locations they live in the Lower 48 (mountain tops high above the tree line in the Colorado Rockies) was my only viewing chance.
While the best way to fight pneumonia may not be to go hiking with my friend, Peter Ismert, at 13,000+ feet, I ignored the wisdom of years and at 5:30 am we left for the summit of Mount Evans in search of the Arctic tundra bird, a White-Tailed Ptarmigan. Major success! We found a flock of 14+ birds. Wheezing and coughing I climbed the mountain in search of my childhood dream.
After 2.5 hours of hiking, the darn Ptarmigans kept climbing higher and higher while my darn chest demanded we descend to a lower elevation! Our efforts were worth every cough and wheeze! I still have hundreds of images to process, but here are a few photos I particularly like from the first set.
S short video of three White-Tailed Ptarmigan almost in their winter white.
Finally, Peter took this image of me on his iPhone during our hike. Can you find the Ptarmigans? I am focusing in for a new photography after butt scooting / sliding into position!
