That's a weird looking horse.
Can't tell whether you're joking or not, but that's a wild mountain goat.
Here's another, better pic. The first one we saw, I lol'ed. We came around a (blind) corner, and he was just standing in the road, his head cocked to the side, looking up. He payed us no mind. He looked like he was just
contemplating life's larger choices!
Not a fan of roads like that. Going forward isn't /too/ bad, but when you meet someone coming from the other direction, it's much less fun doing it backward.
That's the main (indeed, only) road into Ouray. There's enough room for vehicles going opposite directions to pass each other. They close that road completely in bad winter weather. Then, what happens in Ouray stays in Ouray! The road, just like the far more perilous mining road we went up, is chock full of posted signs saying, respectively, "Avalanche Warning", "Warning, Falling Rocks" and "Warning, Wildlife."
Indeed, my friend Kate's sister and brother had joined us a couple of days earlier, and before trucking to Ouray, had then rented their own car since they were parting from us and going after Ouray to Grand Junction to catch the train back
to civilization East. Anyway, sure enough, a big rock came down while we were following them and Gary, her brother, the driver, had no chance. A 4x4 pickup in front of him cleared it but he never saw it in time and it ripped his oil pan. Good thing we were right behind him. No cell service until you make it to Ouray proper.
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