East. Day 42.

July 20, 2016

Three Forks to Livingston, Montana

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The early morning sky was ablaze against a cloudbank that stretched my way from behind the eastern mountains. I played with exposure settings on my Nikon to grab a few shots, before getting organized for the day.

Sunrise in Three Forks.

No bunnies in sight that morning. The night before, black bunnies hopped everywhere, perhaps because a woman tossed kitchen scraps under the bushes by the playground. Every now and again, a regular grey bunny joined the fluffle. (Found that delightful definition of a bunch of wild rabbits on the website Petsial.com.)

Bunny antics kept me amused as I packed. Their antics reminded me of the chipmunks in our gardens at home. The chippies dug a labyrinth of holes from rock piles to lavender plants and built winter condos in our wood sheds. My gentle, old dog Gus, lying on the back porch, would not give chase, even when they ventured up for a sip of water from his bowl.

Chippies in our garden.

Our old boy, Gus, sometimes referred to as "Forrest" Gus, or "Ghandi" Gus.

Entertainment from B'76: Eskimo roll!