After a brief, icy nordic ski up Cache Creek to unwind from the least stressful day imaginable, I arrived at my truck (Donna) and busied myself with staging photos of the sunset, mountains, and my skis.

Just as I began to tuck my camera back into my coat pocket, a mama and a baby moose sprung over the hill right in front of me!  Now, this past summer I was on a trail run in the same area when I ran into a similar pair, and I cannot help but wonder if this wasn’t the same couple of moosen just a little older and hairier!

I had the intention to pass them in my truck and stop terrorizing them with my driving, but every time I accelerated the steadfast mama would leap out in front of me while the youngling ran ahead!  This went on for about ten minutes before the duo saw their opportunity for escape and took it.  They are probably at home  now talking about how they narrowly escaped death on Cache Creek Road today, and wasn’t that the runner they saw this summer, just a little older and hairier?