I saw it again. A small brown blur whizzed by the ground in front of me. I had seen it several times in the past hour, or was this a different one? I was looking at an ugly, beady-eyed creature -I thought it was cute at first, but after staring at it for a while, its quite vicious looking. "It's a prairie dog," a voice suggested. "Don't those live in prairies?" I supposed. We were …showed first 75 words of 883 total…

…showed last 75 words of 883 total…trail mix to nourish ourselves with. In two hours, we reached our starting point and wearily headed home. We stopped at a gas station for hot food and water on the way home. Browsing through a postcard rack I had been standing next to, a familiar brown haze caught my eye. Upon further examination, I recognized the furry, beady-eyed rodent displayed. "Marmots of California," the caption said. Smiling, I limped my way out the door.