The first rule of High Mountain: Always stay on marked trails, even if a mischievous raven beckons.
By the time I found the Yellow Trail again, I was headed in the opposite direction I thought I was going. And I never did get a photo of the crafty corvid.
The summit was jumping with grasshoppers. I was hoping an American Kestrel would stop by for lunch but no such luck. No Eastern Bluebirds or Wild Turduckens either.
Top row: Signs of civilization.
Bottom row: A few insects.