About a mile before Obstruction Point, there was a marmot by the road. He ran off, insofar as running is an option for a fatty like this one, and stopped not very far away, on a burrow entry that looks out northeastward over empty space. He was whistling, or perhaps another marmot we couldn't spot was whistling.
This was the day before the weather was going to change, and we crammed as much as we could into it, that Houseguest Sprint we Olympic Peninsula people do when visitors come from places like Cincinnati :-) So up we were and toodling along the Obstruction Point Road, looking for scenery and marmots at quite the early hour. Succeeded.
This is probably what the marmot was looking at when we startled him away from the road:
Eventually we went on to the end of the road and had a walk along Lillian Ridge. There were in fact no marmots in the hollow by the parking lot where they usually frolic. It was mostly brown up there, but the green in this image isn't enhanced, just selected for :-) More about the rest of the day in next post.