A snake in the tent, a random blizzard, or attracting the undesired attention of a large predatory cat, and yes all of this has happened to me. By its nature Adventure requires random variables which surprise and at times frighten us. I am a meticulous planner, an obsessive details driven, often over-prepared person. Yet somehow Adventure always finds me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Caprock Canyons is extraordinary ,but something was missing. Sure the red powder-like soil is layered in a strata of varying gradients and shades of pinks and reds separated by thick layers of white gypsum. Hoodoos form in clusters crafting giant columns like obelisk pointing to blue skies ornately robed in white clouds.
As we hiked Ruth pulled as if she were an Alaskan sled dog, sniffing at the soil, the air, always listening and looking.She like Lauren and I was overwhelmed; our senses taken by the colors and composition of this wonderful terrain. Yet where was Adventure, had adventure forgotten we were on holiday? I had yet to fall from a cliff face, or been chased by a clan of banjo playing inbred mountain men. Our trip was only days from being over and I wasn’t bleeding, or filling out a police report. Joking, sort of?
As we gazed at one of Caprocks famous formations, a set of hoodoos known as “The Last Dance” a formation resembling a couple salsa dancing frozen in stone, I began to feel a bit mushy. I’m a husband who is hopelessly in love with my wife, and a deeply horrible romantic. This formation accompanied by the presence of heart shaped cactus amiss the beauty of the canyons caused my gaze to shift more often unto my bride. Perhaps it was good for us to have a nice peaceful trip.
At the trail head we began ridding, but no amount of gear ratio could compensate for our fatigue on these steep roads. As we huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf taking a breathing treatment I heard a rustle, not that of a bird or a squire, but something larger.
There upon the peak emerged a herd of bison. They became aware of our presence only to start snorting and stomping their hooves. Taking Lauren by the backpack, which contained little Ruth, I pulled them into the Juniper trees. The only thing separating us from these giant animals was 12 feet, two bikes, and a guard rail.
There we were, I with my opposable thumbs, and higher thinking, versus the Bison with nearly 1 ton of body mass, horns, and the ability to run at 35mph. We remained quietly in the trees as most of the Bison ran past. This wasn’t in the park handbook, there were no directions on how to handle this situation.
Countless hours of National Geographics documentaries don’t fail me now. 1. Look unintimidating , that was easy, after all I’m a short ginger hiding in the bushes. 2. Don’t make eye contact, well now I can’t help but notice what pretty eyes you have Ms.Bison 3. Wait them out, like we had other options. With every snort and stomp my heart raced faster and faster. Behind us was a steep drop off, in front a guard rail, and bison.
We waited, until someone saw our situation and using their vehicle encouraged the herd to move on. That afternoon I sat heavy in my chair with a Grinch like smirk upon my face. My friend Adventure,I love when you show up upon the trail, creek, river, swamp, rock face, and randomly as I am standing on the top rung of a 10 foot ladder trying to install a ceiling fan. However, that is a story for another day.
Loved how you told the bison story! So funny! Beautiful crisp pictures! Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you and thanks for stoping by.
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Great story and a beautiful landscape! Thanks so much for sharing it! Wow!
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Loved this. Bison are so big and beautiful! Great pics and story. 🙂
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Lauren originally thought the bison would be like cattle, it was funny watching her realize how truly wild they are. For their size they really are peaceful creatures who just frighten easily. Thanks for reading.
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Thank you so very much, and think you for being part of our blogging community.
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Wow, in a tree to escape thundering Bisons: how many can say that?? You certainly now how to tell a good story and the photos are brilliant. Also, the two of you have very nice hats…as a knitter, did you knitted them yourselves? Have a great weekend and be careful on that ladder! Cheers, Johanna
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My sister spins wool, and both my sister and Lauren crochet. In fact Lauren spends much or her free time making cute and silly hats for kids going through chemotherapy.
I wouldn’t say they were thundering, more upset and strolling. I am sometimes told that without the photos no one would believe the messes we get into. Like I said Adventure seems to find me. Some would call it bad luck, but I think it’s a blessing.
You have a great weekend as well, and may adventure find you content and smiling.
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What a blessing to have such talented sisters!
Well…those bisons sure look like thundering to me! And I believe you very much. My husband and I have travelled a lot ( and still do) and it is indeed quite lovely to end up in all kinds of scrapes…as long as all ends well and so far it did ;0) On our first road trip through North America (still living in Europe at that time), we tried to rescue a what-we-thougt-was-a-stray-dog..to discover it was a baby bear. Lucky for us, the car was close and mommy bear too far away;0)
I better scurry along now, but it is so nice to get caught up in great blog conversations ;0) xo Johanna
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Great story. Reminds me of the time I found a momma bear and two cubs in hibernation. I quietly approached them to take a picture (had a mild telephoto, so wasn’t looking to get too close), only to find myself sinking into a quagmire of mud. Momma raised her head to watch me, all I could think of was, “Please, please, please, go back to sleep!” At that time I was knee deep in the mud, trying to get me feet out without loosing my shoes, and the sound of the mud sounded like a rock band. But, I did get the pictures!
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That is awesome. What ever it takes to get the shot right.
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Yep. I’ve done some pretty crazy things to get the right shot, including wading out to a breaker during rising tide to get a shot of a lighthouse.
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Oh my goodness – hilarious!
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Hahaha, a short ginger hiding in the bushes. Well, it happens to all of us. Though I can’t remember the last time I hid in the bushes… Then again, the most terrifying creatures you encounter here in the Netherlands are humans. The landscape is pretty darn impressive once again!
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I am glad to bring a smile to your day. And, I am sure it will not be the last time I have to hide in a tree or bushes.
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Haha, sounds like you know how to find adventure…or perhaps it finds you?! Awesome story, and beautiful photos.
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Great story! I can relate to how you felt. My close encounter was with an angry rattlesnake. In case you are curious: http://hikinggirlwithdog.com/2015/02/28/fight-or-flight/ Isn’t exploring fun? 🙂
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Really enjoyed reading your post. I follow your blog, but must have missed that one.
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What a wonderful adventure!
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What a great story to be able to tell! Great photos too!
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I am somewhat jealous of your access to such large wild creatures! 🙂 Lucky you. At least I get to see them through your adventure, so that’s part of the reason why we blog, yeah? Thankyou for sharing the story, and as always, a lovely read:).
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You have kangaroo and lots of other animals I have only seen in the zoo. Plus some of the most deadly snakes in the world right.
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Bison really are BIG in person, aren’t they?
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After a little research I found there were much larger breeds than these. But they were plenty big enough to scare us.
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Amazing pictures. Crisp and full of color. At the risk of sounding like a stereotypical-Canadian, I can imagine running into a Bison is like running into a full grown moose. Amazing how just the size is enough to be intimidating.
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I love that due to our demographic we have our little twist on things. I would have never thought of moose that way. Hopefully one day I will get too.
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Lol, Adventure…be careful what you wish for, right??? We have seen bison, huge and in person, while on our motorcycles. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide! EEK! Loved this post!
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Thank you. They are like many large wild animals beautiful through a 500mm lens, and a bit frightening at 10 feet. I would assume the motorcycles scarred them more than our bikes, but they were still quite unhappy.
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Oh no, they were quite unimpressed with our bikes and really not in a hurry to leave the road, all just really BIG and scary. We were wary…and waited patiently!
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