You've seen the signs on the highway.
Those two little words on a yellow road sign have harassed me since I was little kid. Countless road trips riding in the back seat next to my brother, we'd spot the Moose Crossing sign; and, what no doubt became my parents dream, became an agonizing game of seek for us. We pressed our faces against the glass and barely blinked as we silently searched.
Yet, every trip turned up the same results: Nothing, Nope, Nadda
& an overly hopeful "Next Time!" from the front of the car.
So this trip I wasn't expecting much. I didn't even think the "moose thought". Maybe that's the reason things turned out the way they did.
|evidence that antlers have been here|
|different layers of tree & bark cut open|
|sap dripping...so cool|
|tracking like an amateur|
|close up with nature litter inside|