Monday, January 18, 2010
I have lived in the Pacific Northwest for over nine years now, but until today, I had never seen an elk. I'm a suburban kid, you know. I've only lived in cities and suburbs.
We drove through two counties to an area out near the coast to an elk reserve. Or preserve. Note to self: is there a difference between reserves and preserves? As in, the wildlife preserves (not jams or jellies?)
I didn't know, for one thing, that they had naked butts.
I wouldn't want to live out there in the middle of BFE, but it was pretty in places.
Nice place if you are an elk, I'm sure.
While out in the middle of not so much, my cell phone, which has signal just about everywhere, had none and I missed a call from a friend in England. Which was unfortunate, but on the whole, it was nice to be somewhere where other people mostly were not, where we were somewhat unreachable.
By the way, for those of you reading this who aren't in the states, today was a federal holiday honoring Dr. Martin Luther King. I didn't play hooky, although I did pretend I had antlers.