The evening is alive with the sounds of nature.
A competition between insect and bird.
Who will win?
The sun slides slowly down behind the beautiful Rocky Mountains.
A sign for the birds to sleep.
A bat flaps overhead
Hunting for food.
I shiver, I don’t like bats.
The noise of the night changes, as the crickets come to life.
Time to find a partner, time to mate.
Their call overpowers the silence of the night.
It’s a good night to be a cricket.
Travel Tales and Mishaps 