Marmot

I have waited twenty years to spot a marmot. I have often heard them screeching to warn their group of approaching danger but they quickly disappear into their burrows. Today's walk took us high above Prats Balaguer, 13 kilometres and 600 metres of ascent. The weather was perfect with sunshine and temperatures in the low 20s. There were plenty of wild flowers and butterflies and good company. We walked on past the refuge and we were not alone as we met several people on the Gr10 long distance walking route.