03/16/2026
Moose Crossing 🦌🚧🌲
“Hey , are those moose droppings?” As I pointed down to the trail to see a large scattering of ODG poo pellets. “Yeah, and there’s the moose…” replied Kristen, as she cautiously pointed to a spot about 30 feet ahead of us.
This dashing young female was traversing the same trail we were. She was casual, and absolutely aware of our presence. Had she left her droppings to alert us?
We kept our distance, while the juvenile moose perused the tops of the juvenile maples to render a morning snackie. We watched to see if she would keep moving, but she held her position. We swiveled our heads to look for more 4-legged friends, saw none, and decided to bushwhack around her. She wasn’t fazed by us, but we weren’t about to test her instincts. Clearly, she’s seen humans before.
We traipsed carefully through the wet leaf bed of the forest, keeping about a 50’ distance from our new friend. She eventually turned and walked away as we sauntered forward, gradually picking up the pace and turning our heads.
This was my first moose in the wild. What a special way to start this day, that 7 years ago, had the most profound impact on my life. 7 years to the day from when I took my last drink of alcohol — I was graced with this magnificent creature that will live in my memory forever.
I didn’t get a 7-year coin; I got a 7-year moose.
Thank you, powers that be, I appreciate the sign from the universe that I’m doing the right things. At least that’s how it felt in the moment. Like I had earned it. 💕
Also, we rescued an American Flag 🇺🇸 that was bundled up in the corner of a shelter being forgotten.
I was so happy to share these moments with you, K.
A calling loon, a beautiful red-winged blackbird and family, and all while dodging the drizzly rain that barely came, poured overnight while we were safe in the shelter, then let up as soon as we awoke. 🍄🦌🇺🇸
So many amazing moments to keep. 🎒☔️🫶🏻
