"Pikas are everywhere - little furry animals like overgrown hamsters. Mottled coloring of brown, beige and gray. No tails, of course. And they squeak - making the sound of the doll that cries by tilting its body back and forth. Rather forlorn. They seem to live in colonies in the rocks. Scamper to and for, their little rears bouncing up and down. They often carry twigs or leaves - sometimes bigger than themselves - either to eat or nest in - not sure which. I stayed behind this morning, enjoying the pikas, listening to the morning sounds."

- Joan MacKenzie, August 1979