A hike into the alpine regions in Tombstone Territorial Park brought us to a perfect Marmot rock pile. First one, then tow, then three. They perched atop high vantage points to scope out the interlopers, Kent and I. A bark here. A bark there. I’m sure that they were plotting to surround then invade to snatch our trail mix. They are a riot to watch. We managed to keep all our snacks for ourselves. From our high altitude perch, we climbed about 1200 ft to about 3500 ft above sea level, the views of row upon row of distant mountains was spectacular. A cow moose and her twin calves. She really stared us down, even though we were at least 300 yards away and never go out of the car. Those mama’s are really protective!