Friday, October 3, 2008

Goals Update, and A Close Encounter of the Moose Kind

Well, I'm getting there. I'm down to 232lbs, with almost three months left until Christmas. With all the meetings and running around I've had to do lately I really haven't had much time to actually run-- a little ironic, no?

But, I have been making it to the gym early in the mornings. That's probably been my one saving grace; I've managed to go two or three times a week for the last three weeks.

And it's been so long since I've posted, there have been a few other adventures. On September 20-21st, we went to Waterton with the whole family: my parents, my two brothers, and the girls. (It's crazy now to think that what used to always be the five of us is now eight! Well, "officially" six... no pressure, guys) The plan for Saturday was for the boys to go hiking while the girls went horseback riding for a few hours. It wasn't until Friday night that I found out that the only options for the hike were 20km or 5km. Ideal would have been about 10...

It was a great hike, though I'll spare you most of the details. The weather was perfect, the company was great, and the views were amazing. Dad and Daniel did the West Coast Trail two years ago, Chad hikes and backpacks regularly, and I have done some pretty long hiking days myself, but we'd never done anything that long all together, the four of us.

We are all usually pretty quiet guys (except me, apparently?), but we all had a lot of catching up to do, and all knew that the best way to keep bears away is to talk loudly, so we were. Apparenly moose aren't as smart as bears-- Daniel almost bumped noses with a female trying to avoid an amorous bull moose using the trail. She almost immediately took off, crashing through the bush uphill, while we slowly backed away downhill and behind a tree. A fake charge and several tense minutes later, the bull decided to take the "easy" route down the hill and around us. "Hey buddy, she went THAT way!"

I've run into a bear before, and it was not nearly as scary as staring down that moose. That stupid, stupid, rutting moose. I'd rather deal with a predictable, intelligent, wary bear, than a stupid moose with a one-track mind.

Pictures to follow... once I get them from Chad.