Sometimes by mountain bikes. Lots of marmots. They sit right in the middle of the road, still and blending so well that I almost trip over them. They run off when I'm only about ten feet away. Talk about cute and cuddly.
Marmots have it cornered.
For a mile or two the trail is almost level. Finally it reaches the base of the final climb up a heap of rubble, the last 500' to 1000' to the top. The views, spectacular from the start, become giddy and dizzying. The trail cuts through multiple bands of rock, of varying colors. Near a saddle north of the peak, a snow bank remains.