Basalt

It was a mink! I had to look it up. Black tip on the tail, I thought it might be a black-footed ferret, but it turns out they haven’t been seen in Colorado since 1946. It was a mink scampering to safety on the other side of the trail.

The Rio Grande trail, named for the railroad, not for the river, runs the length of the Valley, between Aspen and Glenwood. Every day I get to walk a different section. Today I got to go from the pedestrian bridge outside Basalt to Snowmass Creek, at the road to Old Snowmass.

We see birds every day, but we recognize them all. We haven’t seen a new bird since the pigeon guillemot in August. We need a new bird. Time to change habitats.

A glorious sunset in Botswana this morning. Now it’s the middle of the night there, and elephants and lions are wandering around in the dark.