Run Forest, Run!

Man, Rocky was pissed about something earlier.

For anyone new to my blips, Rocky is a name I give the local alpine marmots. In previous years, although not so much recently, they throw rocks down the hillside at cyclists. And cars. And bikers. But mainly cyclists, slow moving targets.

Since then authorities have netted large parts of the rocky areas, Rocky has been thwarted somewhat. Annoyingly. Precious little entertainment up here.

But man he was upset about something, ran down the hill side, looked over the wall, glared at me, ran down the side of the wall right next to me, glared at me, ran past my feet and threw himself down the next hillside.

Someone was getting whatever he was about to get them with.

I do watch them fight each day, kinda dangerous if you ask me when they roll uncontrollably down the slope. But hey, life of a marmot eh?