A wolf in sheep's clothing?
Monday, January 13, 2014
So. Great day today. Church this morning. Nap this afternoon. Snowshoeing after nap.
I broke trail through the woods--should have had my handsaw along, the heavy snow has bent too many trees over the trail--then around the perimeter of the hayfield, down the hill to the lake, and out onto the lake. That took about 30 minutes. It was fine--hard work for the legs, but that's the point, right? Overcast day, but late afternoon sun was showing through the clouds along the horizon--beautiful.
Continuing to break trail on the lake, following the shore so as to make for a longer trail and close to shore just in case I broke through the ice (it's never happened and I doubt it ever will, but why tempt fate?) Rounded the point and looked across the lake to see . . .
6 or 8 dark animals trotting in formation up the lake, too far away to be sure, but close enough to make me wonder: is that a pack of wolves?
Don't get me wrong, I didn't panic. But I surely did turn around and head back home, made sure my cellphone was ready in case I had to call 9-1-1. Kept looking back to check on the animals, still far down the lake from me and breaking formation, seemingly checking me out and consulting on course of action.
I picked up my pace as much as I could. Looked back again. The animals had changed direction, moving across the lake and I could see them more clearly.
Deer! A herd of 6. What a relief! I would not become a pile of gnawed bones on the ice after all. I wonder how much 5 minutes of terror multiplies the caloric burn of snowshoeing?