Marmots Of My Dream

My blog has become a few different things to me. It’s a place where I share various moments with people - a place where hopefully it sometimes amuses them. It’s a place where I sometimes vent my frustration. It’s my means of convincing my friends that hiking is a beautiful thing. It’s where I sometimes come to day dream when I’m stuck at the office and I would rather be hiking.
Today, I was looking at a photo from Green Mountain and I was, for just a moment, teleported back there. I can smell the flowers in the field. I can feel the warmth of the sun with a gentle breeze. I can hear the soft rustling of tall grass and plants dancing against each other - and echoes of marmots whistling throughout the hills.
Marmots…we saw a few marmot holes along the way and let me warn you now, if you walk past one, hold your breath. Those things are the stinkiest little dens. It really doesn’t help that as a hiker going uphill you’re already huffing for air…catch of whiff of that, and you will fall over dead. It smells like twenty little hobos shoved into a ditch, where they all pee in the corner and the ditch gets baked in the sun…it will make your eyes water. Pesky little marmots, what are you doing in my day dream!? Get out!