USA: The Marmot, My Mother, and Me

USA: The Marmot, My Mother, and Me

A particularly fat marmot has been following me for a while now, peeking over and disappearing behind the granite boulders along the trail. He can smell my M&Ms, I just know it, and thinking about them makes my mouth water. Marmot scampers twenty feet in front of me and perches on top of a rock, … Continued

We Said Go Travel