Thursday, June 25, 2009
Not a Prairie Dog
This is not a prairie dog. This is a baby marmot, one more in the dynasty that has survived for at least the last thirty years in a rock pile right by the side of our main road.
The amazing thing is that these marmots wait until you're almost upon them and then run to the other side of the road and jump in a hole. Then they stick their heads back out of the hole as if to say, "Where are you off to?"
So I'm telling them here.
We're off on a three stop adventure: first the dump, then the hot springs, then this very nice restaurant at the Hotel Beaumont in Ouray. It's a combo Father's Day and Birthday dinner. The only thing I'm sure I'm ordering on that menu is the Raspberry Baked Alaska, or maybe I should order the whole meal off that dessert menu!