Trout Dinner

When I came here with my parents in 1948, my father ordered trout, which was his favorite meal, only to be asked by the waiter, "well, where's the fish you want us to cook?" We didn't have this problem, just a tasty meal of trout from a local stream. The mountains here in Rocky Mountain National Park are obscured by smoke from a fire that is apparently being allowed to burn without intervention. The haze is apparent in the photo of the bugling elk we posted below.