She saw a moose last Tuesday. I only know 'cause I read her journal at BJ.
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She saw a moose last Tuesday. I only know 'cause I read her journal at BJ.
V.
Did he look like this?
Last edited by snapdragen; 03-25-2007 at 07:10 AM.
I don't know. But she did call it her moose and squirrel ride.![]()
V.
which I guess would be better than a squirrely moose ride..........![]()
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snap, he really wasn't all that friendly looking. Nor was he mean looking. He was just very LARGE and IN THE ROAD. We had to stop a moment to let him decide what he wanted to do. Earlier this year I guess a mountain biker got treed by a bull moose up at the top of Millcreek Canyon. They can be Scary Animals at times. No doubt, if you go up against a moose, you will lose!
Anyhoo, that ride (which is one of my regular routes) will now forever be known as the "moose and squirrel" ride because of Mr. Moose and because of the dozens of chipmunks that were darting all over the place.
Yesterday on our ride we rode into Wyoming on a dirt road (on our road bikes...they had put some sort of goo on it that made the surface nearly as good as paved. Better in fact than some paved roads I've been on) and ran into a bull (as in cattle, not moose) in the middle of the road. The conversation was something like this:
M: "I don't see any horns or any baggage. You think it's a bull?"
Y: "Oh, I see horns and baggage."
Riders approach the bull...
M: "So do you ride slow around or past him or whip by?"
Y: "I say we whip by."
M: "If we whip by and you go first, then I'm the one he'll go after."
Y: "OK, let's go slow then."
Slowly we pedal toward the bull, he turns around to get a better look at us, Martha is ahead, and as we are within 15' of him he starts to walk towards us and I say "gogogogogogogo!", which we do, and we safely get past him.
We also saw a cowboy out on his horse tending the herd in the sagebrush. He waved howdy and we waved back. I suspect they don't see many (any?) bike riders out there. And then later on the paved road we got caught behind a smallish cattle drive.
This ride is now known as the "wild west" ride.
funny story about cows. bf was mtb down in mexico and came around a corner and ran SMACK! into a cow.
unfortunately not there to see it, but i can imagin. he was rather beat up.
got milk?![]()
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How cool! I wanna ride with you!
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