moose

I was in Colorado driving down a dirt road at about 35 miles per hour when one of the funniest things that’s ever happened to me occurred. I was visiting my daughter who was working as a wrangler at a Young Life camp. She had been telling me for days about how the moose would come in the afternoon and graze on camp property. I desperately wanted a picture of a moose. So, every afternoon, I’d show up at the field where they grazed and they didn’t show up.