I had not seen an elk until today. Not in Idaho, not in Montana, not in Canada. The place is supposed to be crawling with them. We made it up to the Columbia Ice Fields today. The fire had been contained to a smoldering stand of forest. Firefighters were still working the smoking brush, but the road was open and we got through and back without having to do a Clark Griswold at the Grand Canyon scene. We saw the bear on the way in. Several cars were stopped and we got the best spot on the side of the road. The grizzly was just wandering along eating berries. He started up toward the road like he was headed straight for us, but he just wanted to eat some plants growing right on the shoulder. He seemed oblivious to the audience around him. On the way back to Tonys place we lamented the lack of elk. Of course, after about a 300 mile journey, one goal of which was to see elk, we got back to Canmore about Acmile from Tony's condo and there's about 20 elk scattered down the power line right of way. Go figure.