Squirrels everywhere. After the dogwoods, they're after the seeds in the broad leaf maples. The ground squirrel is on the lodgepole pine's roots at the end of the Creek--he's looking out across the Merced.
Now, last night after I went off line, and opened the door to paddle to the can, I was surprise to hear what sounded like a cat snarling, and then across the road between the cars I could see what looked like a bear walking away. I didn't follow, Nature was calling!, but I wish I had, I'd like to know what it was, a bear, a mountain lion, a bobcat, or just an odd tourist!? Lesson is to always have my little 3x handy.
Some clouds came in, and cool today, moon hidden now behind broken clouds.
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