We had a visit from a local... Moose that is. During breakfast, girls flew to the window to see it out on our playing field. I felt like I was on our Alaskan cruise and someone saw a whale. Blow-horns, dogs, and our ranger vehicles were all necessary in moving him along. He was just a little guy (in moose-size, he still could've trampled all of us), and he really enjoyed camp. Then we all started talking like him in a Canadian accent. "For sure, eh. You bet these are the greatest willows around. Can I have some bacon?"
No comments:
Post a Comment