Right now, the marmots are sleeping. They are sleeping under this rock, right at the top of the escarpment.
The marmots sleep in their rodent tunnels in the rock. The rabbits hop around up top. The lynx and cougar chase around after them.
That blue hole is a moose footprint. We were five minutes behind these guys.
Around and around they go, this way and that.
Let’s face it, moose are too big. Those things are the size of highway graders.
But none of them can beat the marmots at this winter game. Look:
It gets better!
The hills are alive.