Two more pix of the mulie. In the bottom photo, the wild slopes of Mt. Sheridan are visible, all the way to the lookout on top. The eye is drawn to the heights, but closer to the camera, one of the mulie bucks has turned to give me a closer look before returning to its browsing. All of the mulies were scarred, but one had some long scars running down its flanks that looked as though they were made by a large predator. I wish that I'd gotten a good photo of it, but it was one of the shyer animals and never came as close to camp as the other deer.
I'd been wanting to stay on this side of the lake for a couple of years, ever since I stayed over near the outlet for Heart Lake a couple of years ago. At that time, I'd noticed that it looked like most of the eastern side of Mt. Sheridan had, at one time, peeled away and thundered to the lakeshore, thousands of feet below. In the lower photo on this page, the jagged escarpments left behind by the massive slide are clearly visible, with the gently rounded mounds of earth and stone piled below. I'll stick the photo of Mt. Sheridan that I took not long after sunrise from the eastern side of the lake at the bottom of this page. The scope of the massive slide is very evident in that photo. I've never read an official geological study of the Mt. Sheridan area, but the landscape is an open book. As the cowboy once reportedly said when he first saw the Grand Canyon, "Something happened here!"