Before I head down to the hotel restaurant for a bite to eat, I'll post this photo of this cute little guy. He was hanging out in the memorial gardens in New Denver. I popped in briefly and nearly froze to death as a wicked storm was brewing... The squirrel, who should have been curled up in a nest somewhere, sucking on stored nuts, was clinging to this swaying branch, moving very slowly like the blood was thickening in his veins as he watched me. His sluggish, pre-hibernation stupor was great for taking photos, though...