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Cap’n Cheeks McSnatch and the Curse of the Empty Burrow
The colony had begun its final preparations for winter. Food was stored. Burrows were cleaned. Beds were padded for the longest naps of the year. Seven months of darkness, dreams and absolutely no intention of answering the door. Everyone was … Continue reading
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Tagged Alpine Visitor Center, Breakfast of Seven Seas, Cheeks McSnatch, Crumbbeard, Curse of the Empty Burrow, Golden Acorn of Eternal Snacking, heist, humor, Lay’s, marmots, pirates, potato chips, Rocky Mountain National Park, Rocky Mountains, September 19, Talk Like a Pirate Day
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The Great Labor Day Marmot Heist
Labor Day was practically engineered for marmot misconduct. It had everything they needed. The end of summer. Exhausted humans. Crowded trails. Picnics. A long weekend. And, most importantly, the rapidly approaching realization that winter was coming. For the marmots of … Continue reading
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Tagged Alpine Marmot Commandos, baby, Biscuit Blacktail, Butterball, Cheeks McSnatch, Crumbbeard, heist, humor, Labor Day, Marmot Rock, marmots, Mittens, Mossback McGrump, National Park Mysteries, Nutmeg McChunky, Ol’ Whiskers, Pegpaw Pete, pirates, Rocky Mountain National Park, Rocky Mountains, snack and run, Snackpaw, Whiskerblade
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Cap’n Cheeks McSnatch and the Fiery Gold of the Sun God
The Summer Solstice arrived over the high country with all the subtlety of a marmot falling off a boulder. Long before dawn, the tundra above the Alpine Visitor Center glowed silver beneath the first rays of sunlight. Wildflowers stirred. Pikas … Continue reading
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Tagged Alpine Visitor Center, Biscuit Blacktail, Cheekpouch Corsair, Cheeks McSnatch, Crumbbeard, Fiery Gold of the Sun God, heist, humor, Mad Molly Marmotbane, marmots, National Park Mysteries, One-Eyed Walnut Jack, Pegpaw Pete, Pip, Pirate Code, pirates, Rocky Mountain National Park, Rocky Mountains, solstice, Squalltail Sam, Tiny Terror Tumblefur, Trail Ridge Road, Whistling Marauder
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Snackfall at High Altitude: The Great Basket Convergence
It was April 23, National Picnic Day, and what can be called common alpine events were about to unfold above the tree line. High in the Colorado Rockies where the air thins, the grass grows tough and nothing with calories … Continue reading
The Spring Equinox Incident (That Wasn’t)
Today is the Spring Equinox, when day and night strike their ancient, suspiciously convenient truce and the alpine tundra is supposed to awaken. According to human calendars and those fancy vibrating rectangles the hikers lose on alpine trails, the sun … Continue reading
A Midwinter Night’s Carb-Dream: Nutmeg McChunky and the Infinity Salad
It was December 24th, three yards underground. The ambient temperature in the burrow was a balmy 38° Fahrenheit. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and forty slumbering rodents. Deep within the pile, wedged tightly between the … Continue reading