Who put the poo in the Poudre?

Today we took us for a drive!

What fun! What excitement! I drove on the wrong side once (we were at over 10,000 feet, or a fair whack higher than anywhere on mainland Oz), Nathan almost drove off the right side several times!

Beautiful views, wonderful wildflowers (we figure most are native, but some of the same plants are weeds in Oz, so we have to change our viewpoint to go oh, purdy, not oh purdy but it shouldn't be here!), a gazillion photos....

But the important question for the day is who put the poo in the Poudre? At a pull off point in this wonderful wild river, I hopped down some stairs and was greeted with a wonderful sight, not. What on earth is that stuff? It can't be! My god, it is! Like don't people in the USA know not to take a dump at the edge of the river? Especially if they do it right on a rock? We have wombats in Oz. Wombats poop on top of rocks and roots to tell other wombats to rack off, this is my place, go find your own, leading to poo wars where various wombats all claim an area. Wombat poo is cuboid (rather like wombats, which are solid blocks of muscle) and looks dreadfully uncomfortable to pass (which may account for the wombat's rather dyspeptic, or should we choose constipated and grumpy, temperament).

Apart from that, a wonderful day. Coloradoans do *great* rocks. And water. And scenery. Pics later, when they have finally downloaded from the camera :-)