These twin fawns live with their mother around the campground. They wandered casually past us as we ate breakfast and I was able to find them again at dusk.
Patrick and I ran to get to the tracks before the train crossed. My husband stared down the train to take the last photo. Luckily it was stopped. 40 trains rumble by the campground every 24 hours. It is a testament to adaptation that we barely heard them as they roared by 40 feet from our heads by the end of the week.
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