Rather than launch immediately into birding escapades, we demonstrated our ostensible maturity by joining a rousing football match with the Bros. We saved birding for the following day. And that day can only be described as a Big Day--albeit a relaxed one. "Our birding today was like firing a shotgun...our pellets scattered wide but all managed to hit targets," Andrew said* at the end of the day.
A male Calliope Hummingbird was on the bush precisely where Andrew said it would be. Only my second one. Ever.
We could not resist stopping to admire an abandoned leather couch along a mountain road. Neither could we resist posing for photos with it.
* This quotation may or may not be entirely accurate. When Andrew uttered this (or similar) proverb, it was late and my only focus was not falling asleep at the wheel.