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by DMG » Sun Jul 08, 2012 12:53 am
I saw this little guy hanging out in the campground area at Hare Mountain during my canoe school OHT death march. She rattled one time but otherwise barely moved. It's the first one I've seen since I moved here from South Dakota. We had a bunch of them up there. Beautiful!
~Dave
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"...a light falling sound, as of grains of sand being sprinkled from a window overhead, gradually spreading, intensifying, acquiring a regular rhythm, becoming fluid, sonorous, musical, immeasurable, universal: it was the rain." --Marcel Proust