Moose Poos(e)

Yesterday I saw the moose and couldn't get the photo. Today I found the poo and I could have taken my time over getting the perfect photo if I had of wanted to. I chose not to spend too much time over taking a photo of poo... but I did feel good about having a choice this time.

I got up at 6.45am and drove to Eau Claire Gorge to have a look at a Canadian style gorge. It wasn't what I expected at all. In fact it was quite boring. Spectacular but not beautiful. I did like the wee picture of the person carrying his/her kayak though. And I was very pleased that they had that nice sign there as the water got very very rough a little further on. Almost as bumpy as the rapids below Niagara Falls, but narrower.

While wandering on the 30 minute walk in the nice woody woods, I suddenly realised I was in Canada, in the woods, alone. And it quickly dawned on me that bears live in the woods and I went back through all my years of TV and movie watching trying very hard to remember just what it is I am supposed to do in the event of meeting a large hairy local. And no matter how deep I delved into my memory bank of reality shows, I could not form a plan. Am I supposed to play dead? Run? (I think the odds are very poor for me on this one). Look at it, yell at it, cry, shake my fist, offer it a toffee...?

So I decided I would rather meet a moose as I could hide from a moose up a tree (a really long way up a tree), but not a bear.