54 km for one bird

THE TETONS.

Massive crests of rock that writhe in furious storms, hurl avalanches, and loom over the park with their menace. Perched on the very teeth of these spires, dwell tiny black sorcerers that call this their realm. They are the black rosy-finches.




My quest began a the bottom, and would take me over and around the mountains, a 54 km, 3 day march. It took me up winding steps up a cliff of dark rock, that rose higher and higher into the sky. Just as I was about to reach the pass of Cirith Ungol...BEHOLD! Two black rosy-finches, sitting, observing me from their crag.