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This is a funny LO that came about when I made my sister walk through Disney's CA Adv. Redwood Creek Challenge. There are signs and tracks along the way of animals that are found in the Sierras. My sister spotted this one and we both started laughing, so I got pictures of her with the sign and the tracks. The journaling is hidden beneath the picture and it tells this story. JOURNALING: The summer of 1985, Mis and I went on a two week hike high in the Sierras with the youth group from the church. It was a completely miserable experience and one I will never repeat, but we did come away with a few classic stories. This is one of them. The first day was one of the longest hikes straight up the mountain. It was so high and fast that I ended up getting altitude sickness – but that's another story! All day we saw marmots peering at us from the rocks and there was a large encampment of them near the clearing where we set up our own camp. I'm not generally afraid of rodents, even large ones, so I thought they were kind of cute. Night fell and Mis and I went to our little tent. The wind picked up and started blowing the tent around. I could hear something scratching against the side of the tent. Scratch, scratch, scccrrrrraaatttchhhh! In the strange, dark, windy tent, my overactive imagination began to take over and I knew it was a cold, hunger crazed marmot trying to chew his way into our tent. Trying to remain calm, I whacked the back of the tent with my hand, trying to scare him away. But soon it started again, scratch, scratch, sscccrrraaaattttchhhh! I hit the side again. This time my sister asked me what I was doing. I told her that I could hear a marmot trying to chew his way into our tent and I was just scaring him away. We both tried to sleep again, but again. my imagination took over and I could picture the marmot making his way into the tent, and then running all over us because he was trapped and couldn't get out. As the scratching began again, primordial marmot fear took hold and I whacked the wall of the tent, scaring my sister and causing the situation to escalate into both of us hitting the walls of the tent and screaming at the top of our lungs, “MARMOTS!!!MARMOTS!!!!!” All the commotion woke up the guys and Dad came running over to see what was attacking his daughters. Upon noting that there were indeed no rabid marmots racing around in our tent, he looked around and found the culprit to be some tall grass near our tent that was blowing in the wind and scraping the side. He pulled it and we had a peaceful rest of the night. But we were the butt of many marmot jokes the rest of the trip, and when ever we see something about marmots we yell, 'MARMOTS!!"


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