Sevens
Seven. Seven moose. And for all but two we had to turn and take a different route. (The trio involved tonight was Jeff Ellis, Kikkan & I out for an evening run in Kincaid. This was not a good trio for me since I was the slowest sprinter there.) One bull moose came trotting at us as we approached him along the fenceline trail. It was the first time I'd really been challenged by a moose and I didn't have to think twice before running in the opposite direction. I think they're starting to get a little angsty-- you know, getting ready to do their moose thing like they do in the fall. The days are getting shorter; we lose 6minutes of daylight tomorrow. Fine, only about 5:45min. All right, it's only a loss of 5:39, don't be such a stickler for specificity.
Our last moose was on the way home just when we really did't want to be taking a detour. It's only one moose and the trail's pretty wide, thanks to Burky who's been out on a big tractor-mower mowing the Kincaid trails for the past couple days, and we start to edge around her. After a couple of false starts where we balk and stop and look at the moose and go forward and stop and the moose looks at us we make it to the crux where we're almost around her and we think we'll make it when she spins and charges at us. Okay, she false charged, but when you're not used to having big moose with their ears all flattened back against skulls and their bulgy eyes bulging out at you it feels like a jousting tournament. So we three break like a school of minnows darted at by an orca. Jeff springs (and, he does spring, actually, quite like a deer) in the direction we're headed and Kikkan and I spin back on our heels and run back where we came from. Another foray by Kikkan and me, another charge by the moose, another retreat. Then the moose turns her back on us and we make it past. Such is life by Kincaid park.
On another note, someone pointed out to me that I have to count the money that APU and USST spend on me in my income column. So I guess that puts me far away from being poor. Although it's very odd to have other people decided how your "income" gets spent.
Our last moose was on the way home just when we really did't want to be taking a detour. It's only one moose and the trail's pretty wide, thanks to Burky who's been out on a big tractor-mower mowing the Kincaid trails for the past couple days, and we start to edge around her. After a couple of false starts where we balk and stop and look at the moose and go forward and stop and the moose looks at us we make it to the crux where we're almost around her and we think we'll make it when she spins and charges at us. Okay, she false charged, but when you're not used to having big moose with their ears all flattened back against skulls and their bulgy eyes bulging out at you it feels like a jousting tournament. So we three break like a school of minnows darted at by an orca. Jeff springs (and, he does spring, actually, quite like a deer) in the direction we're headed and Kikkan and I spin back on our heels and run back where we came from. Another foray by Kikkan and me, another charge by the moose, another retreat. Then the moose turns her back on us and we make it past. Such is life by Kincaid park.
On another note, someone pointed out to me that I have to count the money that APU and USST spend on me in my income column. So I guess that puts me far away from being poor. Although it's very odd to have other people decided how your "income" gets spent.
posted by LAV at 20:56
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