Say Cheese!

I work from home. The cabin fever is real. Somehow, though, the solitude of being in the woods is so much more desirable than sitting at home on my laptop all day (can you believe it?).

There’s nothing better than breaking out of the day-to-day craziness and getting some separation from people and the real world. I stand firmly behind the belief that everyone needs to be a little bit introverted sometimes. Getting that solo refreshment is top notch. My favorite vehicle for this is getting out. Outside. Out of the city, out into the woods, out in the mountains, out on the ocean, someplace that is 100% confirmed as OUT.

I will be honest, most of my adventures have been with other people, so the full “isolation” thing isn’t completely accurate when it comes to the my outings. Whether it’s a grueling day hike with some above-my-level hikers, a backpacking escapade with my boyfriend, or a camping trip with a “I don’t know who else is going, we’ll find out when we get there” style crew, there’s still plenty of clear headspace and moments to myself.

Now, I will not for a second deny that I love talking to my cat all day, but befriending outdoor critters will always hold a special place on my solo quest to-do list. Any doubts on this, and you need to reconsider your decision to read a blog that is literally only about squirrel related things. And to this point, I present this (non-squirrel, but squirrel related) cheese-thieving chipper!

He took my buddy Pete’s breakfast cheddar. Pete was a little bummed, but we decided to let the munk hang out. The “well it’s not like you’re not going to eat it now anyways” perspective helped rationalize the outcome of the situation.




Chalkboard Friends

I’ve always had a soft spot for chalkboard art. It’s such a charmingly eloquent form of creation.

Needless to say, I was thrilled to receive some photos from a friend of the sidewalk board for Ninth Street Espresso (which oddly enough, is on 29th street).

If there’s anything I miss from my years in Manhattan (aside from my dearest photographer friend who so kindly sent me these photos), it’s the random acts of creativity that show up in the most intimate of places. NYC is absolutely stuffed to the gills with aspiring and practicing artists of all genres. There are so many communities targeted towards the arts- museums, showcases, schools, collectives- the list is endless. I had the opportunity to study the arts in the heart of this creative hub for several years, and yet with all of these resources at my fingertips, the fill to my creative fix was always these little instances where the simplest day-to-day art blooms.

Shoutout to the girl who roasts the coffee beans for Ninth Street out in Chelsea for gracing the city streets with something beautiful. I appreciate you.



Breaking the (Candy) Mold

If I were to place any bets, they would likely rest under the assumption that your local confectionery outputs an eclectic collection of chocolate rabbits as this season rolls around. That’s the case for any shop I’ve been to, anyways. Big bunnies. Small bunnies. Cartoon celebrity bunnies. Bunnies in outfits. Bunnies with eggs. Eggs with bunnies on them. Everything with bunnies on them.

Thus brings me to the pleasant surprise I found when the top shelf at my local chocolaterie boasted not bunnies… not eggs, ducklings, nor flowers… but a flock of (sizable and SOLID) chocolate squirrels!

Granted, every other shelf had those typical holiday-relevant chocolate shapes, including a large chocolate relief of the last supper (that was a new one). I must say, seeing Mr. Squirrel grace the heights with his presence was quite the pick-me-up to an already pretty sweet shopping trip.


Those eyes.


Single serving size? Yes please.

Here’s to hoping that all you beautiful people get some chocolate squirrels in your Easter basket this year. I know I certainly have my fingers crossed.


Big Sky Buddies

After an unexplainable hiatus, the call of the squirrel community has rung loudly in my direction- beckoning my return to this tiny corner of the blogosphere. But why the radio silence? Forgetfulness, procrastination, and college brain, mostly. It was not a premeditated departure, it simply dropped, rather suddenly, off my radar.

The original birth of this blog was the answer to a casual question posed by my beloved college roommate:

“You stop and take so many squirrel photos. Why? Do you even do anything with them?” 

Anyways, six years have since passed, and I still pause my life (and that of those around me) to take an exuberant amount of squirrel photos.

“What are you doing? Can we go?”
“No, wait, I need to take another picture of this guy first.”
“Why. You already took a bunch.”

I miss the answer to this type of exchange being:
“So I can blog about it. I HAVE FOLLOWERS THAT NEED ME.”

The above example is fully inclusive of my recent trip to Glacier National Park. Apparently, even the magnificently breathtaking views of Big Sky Country cannot maintain my attention fully over squirrel buddies. This trip was the first time that I saw a ground squirrel in person! Strange looking little dudes, but equally curious and lovable as my local grey squirrels. Less relevant, but I also saw a moose for the first time!


The trail down to Hidden Lake. Normal people are busy photographing the stunning view. I, of course, got distracted by new friends.


Hiking up to Grinnell Glacier. What this picture does not show is the group of other hikers that also stopped for this photo.


This guy was hanging out at the visitor center near the trail heads at Logan Pass. Presumably because he was hoping to get in on everyone’s trail mix situation.

Special thanks to Tiffany, the aforementioned collegiate roomie who originally inspired the sharing of my never-ending squirrel observations. Another big ‘ole thank you to Peter, the first person (to my knowledge) that snagged a picture of my squirrel photography attempts! …and for dealing with my constant critter related delays to our Montana hikes. Lastly, to jtchalker, the new follower that subscribed just this morning. You signed up to a blog that has sat dormant for over five years. You might be spam, you might be real, but that “new subscriber” email notification has awoken my love for squirrel shares.

Stay squirrelly, y’all.


Bonus moose photo!