That’s how close*
A momma moose and two juveniles are standing in the middle of the road up the north side of Moscow Mountain. Two leap into the brush but one juvenile is stupefied and runs awkwardly down the road in front of me. I slow down to let it figure things out.
It is a relief when we reach the end of Hatter Creek Road to descend Tamarack on Moscow Mountain. We can coast without engines a long way and be nearly back to mom’s. We’re cold and wet and don’t bother to check how close it really was when finally we pull into her drive.
We start our vehicles so we’ll have hot heaters in a few minutes as we immediately strip gear and load bikes. We wish we could thank our mom and say goodbye but it’s a work day and we didn’t know when we’d get here. And Jeremy and I have a ways to drive yet.
Thank you for hosting again mom. And Jesse, you’d better make it next time. Next year is the tenth. (I think we have to give each other jewelry or something.)
* Enhanced to better show the gas level. The other side is completely empty.