Some of the many reasons I prefer the company of myself, my hiking boots, and my letterboxing kit, over that of any other person or activity.
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I found this to be a highly amusing bit of graffiti in a public park……
but…..I didn’t go down the path. Ah, the power of the demons of our minds. I knew my serial killer and my untimely rendezvous with death were down that darkened road.
Later, I was off in the ether, walking and talking to myself and thinking, when I saw movement ahead of me, and stopped, thinking it was another hiker.
See the tiny odd shape right in the center of the photo? That’s not another hiker. That’s a deer.
And it wasn’t just one deer. I looked off to my right, and saw another. And then, behind it, another. All foraging, quietly looking for food under the melt. I stood for a few moments, just to watch them, and, because honestly, I’m somewhat wary of large mammals. You should see me around horses, I get all out of sorts.
But it was cold, so I started walking forward again. The deer in this photo moved a few steps to the left and away from me, as I took the path that forked to the right. And just past the fork, I stopped dead again. There were three more deer, and one was about five feet away from me off to my left. They all stopped and looked at me, and I just stared at them. I have never been this close to deer in my whole life. And here I am, in a fucking city park, for pete’s sake, nearly within petting distance.
I feel sorry for Milwaukeeans who don’t appreciate what’s hidden behind the asphalt of this place.
Again, it was cold, so I started walking forward, as quietly as I could, with my head down, trying not to make eye contact — I don’t know if that makes any difference, but it’s what I do when I’m introducing myself to new dogs, and it seems to work out all right. And of the — not kidding — nine deer that were all gathered together around that path, only one ran away from me, and then only about twenty feet away. The rest just watched me for a moment….and then continued grazing.
I felt like I was interrupting a gathering. A gathering I hadn’t been invited to. It was a pretty lovely, strange moment.