Rockbound Lake, Banff, AB
A few days ago I was hanging out on the side of a mountain in a grassy meadow after my first amazing scramble. The wind would blow in bouts, I would have to put up my hood at times so my hat wouldn't blow off the side of the cliff... but then minutes later is was as calm as still as could be. During one of the still moments, not a breath of wind. I took a moment to just take it all in and decided to have a granola bar. As I was eating, I was joined by a few little marmots. They were so cute and had shiny little eyes, tiny little hands and pretty coloring on their furry coats - black racing stripes down their backs. They could move fast too! About as big as a small squirrel but with smaller and less bushy tails.
I set out 3 little pieces of the granola bar close enough that I could see them clearly, but far enough away that they might come join me for dinner. Only one was brave enough. The little guy came over, he seemed unafraid and hopeful that what I put out was actually food. He picked it up with his tiny paw and smelled it. He started to chew on it and looked pleased. I could hear him chewing. We looked at each other carefully. I loved making eye contact with this little creature. We knew each other as friends for only for few seconds, feasting on our granola and all the beauty around us.