The Coad

~The Coad~I know of a mountain that, if it could speak, would have unbelievable stories to tell. Standing just 9,298 feet above sea level, this mound of earth beholds a mixture of everything- Aspens, various shrubs, various pines, and rocky terrains. It overlooks Pass Creek trailing along its northern base. It is named after timber cutters- John and Mark Coad, contrary to what my husband's grandfather used to say-simply because travelers find it to be "coad" up there. This mountain, while shorter in stature than others nearby manifests quite a show all throughout the year with changing displays of color and wildlife scattered all throughout its many faces, nooks, and crannies. There are numerous bear dens in such steep and rugged parts that they are nearly impossible to find. Hidden ponds are a safe haven for the wildlife. When you are wandering around in early spring you may come across a beaver walking from the creek through the sage brush or trees on their way to give birth in these