cabin feverPosted: August 5, 2012
can’t type much… the cast impedes
or play outside until the wound recedes..
So here’s a piece of heaven from out the cabin door…
I would often take the kids hiking in the afternoons so Mom could ride, and once I was hiking with my two little ones, about 5 and 7, and we would always sing as we hiked, when they weren’t asking me questions like “Look at that, what is that”… when all of a sudden a bull moose stood up from the willows where he was lying to keep out of the sun. About fifteen yards away, majestic in size with a huge rack, and ugly as all moose are. He seemed as surprised as we.
Everybody, moose and human alike froze and surveyed the situation. “Kids, let’s just march back the way we came,” and good troopers always we marched cautiously away. Big and ugly as they are, I have always liked moose since then.