Riverwalk.

I enjoyed a walk down river from the house, through Entiat (don't blink!), and into Entiat Park.

You can still see remnants of the yellow wildfire smoke.

Mr.SmallBird, who must have been raising a family with Mrs.SmallBird, wasn't too happy with the mostly unperturbed Mr.BigBird and kept dive-bombing him.

I walked back on the tracks. Low humidity--and 147 degrees.

This is a marmot, who has a very short but highly piercing whistle.

Within a quarter-mile of Shangri-La Patty's house: