EDiS – Environments/Habitats - #29 - “Alpine”
Here, on alert, is one of my favorite Washingtonian critters, the Olympic Marmot, in one of my favorite Washington locations, Hurricane Ridge on the Olympic Peninsula. This is where the Marmot, the official state mammal, lives burrowed in colonies all over the rolling mountain meadows, whistling. There is not a lot to do up on Hurricane Ridge, unless you LIKE climbing up grassy, wildflower covered slopes to stand on top of a peak among peaks, breathing in sweet, clear mountain air and waiting to hear an eagle's cry or a marmots whistle. Or maybe listening to the soughing wind through forest or watching Olympic mountain mists gathering at the tree line below you. Not much to do up there, but, I'll tell you, I'd drive all day up the hairpin, winding two-lane just to get to the top and have a picnic lunch, take it all in, and drive back down. And I have. Many times.
Here, on alert, is one of my favorite Washingtonian critters, the Olympic Marmot, in one of my favorite Washington locations, Hurricane Ridge on the Olympic Peninsula. This is where the Marmot, the official state mammal, lives burrowed in colonies all over the rolling mountain meadows, whistling. There is not a lot to do up on Hurricane Ridge, unless you LIKE climbing up grassy, wildflower covered slopes to stand on top of a peak among peaks, breathing in sweet, clear mountain air and waiting to hear an eagle's cry or a marmots whistle. Or maybe listening to the soughing wind through forest or watching Olympic mountain mists gathering at the tree line below you. Not much to do up there, but, I'll tell you, I'd drive all day up the hairpin, winding two-lane just to get to the top and have a picnic lunch, take it all in, and drive back down. And I have. Many times.
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