We were out for a day of geocaching with our pal, Ian, who drove over from Portland. Today we tackled another of the geocaching "power trails," this one high in the mountains SW of Hood River. These were tough, and it was nice to have a third set of eyes (and a third brain) to find some of these caches.
Around one bend in the road, a doe trotted out in front of us, and as we waited for her to cross, out from the brush came the smallest fawn we've ever seen. It could have been just hours old, tiny but spunky as it circled around its mom. We hung way back; this photo was taken with my 300mm zoom lens from inside the Pilot, so it's a bit soft around the edges. Just like the fawn.