September 1st continues … After seeing Mom Moose and the little one, we head ever eastward searching for a camp. Many miles up the road—or it could have been as few as ten—we come across the beginning of a construction zone and off to the right is a large pull out with another road taking off south up into forest. A large sign alongside the road says “heavy truck traffic”. I see off in the distance what looks like large equipment.
I feed the boys and take them for their evening walk. I am prepared to call this pullout home for the nigh when a dark blue pickup truck comes down that road to the south, and when I flag them over to ask if there is camping up there their cautious answer is, “Yes, but there’s just parking areas and a fire ring.” Hmmm, I’m thinking, “Perfect”. I thank them, gather the boys into the vome and off we go. It’s not even a mile off the main highway and we are in dense lodge pole forest; camping spots everywhere, but far, far apart. IDEAL!!
I am too tired to make a proper camp. I just want to go to bed, We’re staying put for the entire Labor Day Weekend, so I leave most of that for tomorrow. I do want to get the dogs staked out and be ready for early morning when they need will need to be outside.
No sooner than I am ready for bed and the dogs go berserk. The kind of berserk barking that means something is going on. I hurry out of the van and look in the direction they are looking and I see this:
I dash back inside and grab the camera and I am sure from these shots it wasn’t on the correct setting, but oh well. I follow his progress with my camera until he is beyond sight. I go back inside.
It isn’t long before the dogs once again begin that insane barking. I look out to see Mr. Moose trotting toward the dogs. Without thinking I am out the door, heart in my throat and feeling sick to my stomach, and attempt to get the leashes off The Chiweenie Brothers’ stake. They are a tangled mess. In my terror I grab the stake out of the ground, swoop the boys up in my arms and turn to Burger. He’s staked by himself so there’s no problem getting the leash off. Burger being Burger he doesn’t want to lead and I end up dragging him to the van, which, by the way, isn’t very far.
They all get tossed in the van with me falling in right behind them heart pounding and sick with fear. I dare to look behind me and Bullwinkle has veered off to the right and trots out of sight. I think I would have dropped to the floor had I not already been there.
In hind sight I think he was just trying to get away from people. There is a large group of about six or seven camp trailers in the camp next to me, the construction area with all it’s equipment and gravel mounds across the road … Yes, I think he had been rousted from his own area and he just wanted some peace and to be left alone, but at the moment all I could think of was he was going to trample the dogs and fling me to the wind with those antlers.
We had a good three day rest at this camp, but it’s time to move on.
Thanks for reading 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna