We went with the Miller family to a cabin in the Park Cityish area. It was really nice and we had over 15 people staying the night. We had a great time. When we were driving up the long windy mountain road we had to stop suddenly because there was a moose right in the middle of the road! It just stared us down. It was huge. I was scared for a minute until it turned and casually trotted up the really steep mountain side and into the woods.
I really wanted to go running in the morning, I run so much better when I am away from home with new surroundings, and being in the mountains made it even better. Not everyone else thought I should go though and continued to persuade me that I would be eaten by a bear. Even though I thought this was illogical and less dangerous than driving down University Ave, I was definitely influenced by what they had to say. When I took off down the road for a beautiful run, every time a bird or chipmunk would rustle the bushes by the road I would jump and my heart would start racing. It was ridiculous, but really hard to not be freaked out. Needless to say, it wasn't a very long run.
2 comments:
when i go running down the canyon i freak out at every rustle in the bushes too! although i'm scared of snakes, not bears
Ya'll both look really good. It's fun to see you.
And when Amy was an RA some of her girls went to the woods after a dance and spotted a moose. They got the bright idea that they would chase it down and scare it. Moose don't get scared but girls do. The moose turned around and chased them and ended up clobbering one of them. (She couldn't run fast enough in her high heels to get away) She survived but barely. TRUE STORY.
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