Not ten seconds later, I saw something brown beside the road, and it wasn't the right size or color for either Moose or Squirrel. I slammed on the brakes (gently) and Mary Ann handed me the camera. About once or twice a year I get to take the pictures, usually because there's an animal that might bolt, and it's only available out my side of the car. The last one was a fox. So was this one.
This was the first photo opportunity of the day, and we had to add a battery, take off the lens cap, and because I'm no photographer, she had to make all the settings while I fumbled with trying to hold the camera steady. The fox watched me, judged me no threat and let me take several shots before getting up, stretching, and wandering off.
The rest of the drive up to the end of the road, we saw tracks. Sometime last night, the fox had come down from higher country, doing a little hunting, and rested beside the road until we came along. Unsurprisingly, I saw no squirrels this morning.