When I lived in Florida I saw Raccoons (Procyon lotor) all over the state. In the wild, the not so wild and in the streets of the cities. But that isn’t how it is in Utah. I’ve been here nearly 3 years and I can count the times I have seen Raccoons on four fingertips.
Last month on the way to Antelope Island I spotted a large brown furball scurrying across the nearly frozen mudflats on the eastern shore of the Great Salt Lake and to my surprise it was a Raccoon. It stopped long enough to hunch its back and give me a direct stare before it headed north towards a strand of Phragmites in a marshy area. Not a great picture but it is one that makes me smile. I love the muddy tracks at the bottom of the frame.