moose on the loose

This weekend I rode with my sister, her husband, and their dog up to the Bighorns to go camping with my uncle. We all rode up front in their regular cab pickup, cuz Dawg doesn't like riding in the back. Even though the truck has a topper on it and Joel (brother-in-law) fixed it up so Dawg could ride on the doggy bed and stick his head through the pass-through to the cab. But no, Rudy (Dawg's real name) had to be up front with us. Man's best friend.

Anyway, at camp Friday night we were eating some taters and steak when Dawg started gazing intently into the trees off to the side of camp. Out of the forest wanders a moose calf, not even 10 yards from our tents. Moose grazes along while we snap pictures, then heads off down the mountain. Of course it's just dark enough that our pictures show the outline of a moose, the gleam of moose-eye, and some clouds in the distance. But there really is a moose there! It was cool.

Saturday we caught the brook trout and got sunburned and ate more taters and steak and generally had a good time.

Sunday we trucked on back home. Quick weekend, but a good one.

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