The campground is practically empty on Monday morning. We watch a doe and her fawn slowly walk across the street in front of our campsite early in the morning the second day. Later, as we drive to the library in town, Ilse sees her first woodchuck, waddling hurriedly along the dirt access road . A small, brown rabbit mistakenly hops from between our trailer and the Toyota and stops directly in front of Taz, our Golden Retriever, and for a good minute, neither one moves. We all sit quietly, waiting for the rabbit to run, but he just sits there, frozen. The rabbit is hoping no one seems him even though he is only ten feet away. A really unique, memorable moment, but just as I lift my camera, a nearby camper starts his pickup truck and the magic is broken. The rabbit bolts for the safety of the underbrush while Taz simply sits and watches.