Elk are big. Really big.
On Monday, I went with a friend to Cataloochee, part of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Elk once roamed freely there before being wiped out in the late 18th century. A few years ago they were re-introduced and are now flourishing. And they're big!
The drive over the mountain to get into Cataloochee is on a steep, winding, gravel road that follows the path of earlier tracks. Imagining what it was like to cross those mountains on foot or horseback is quite a stretch. Those early settlers must have been made of very stern stuff. Even today it seems very remote.
Of course, I forgot my camera. But I got a few shoots with my cell phone which I'll try to download.
And in other news . . . .
Dating is going slowly. I think I'm too afraid to let myself feel. Or maybe the man I've seen a few times just isn't "the one." His company is quite pleasurable (indeed!). We have fun. But, I seem to be the kind of guy who just does not make room easily for another person. I don't think to call, to plan ahead, to do thoughtful things. I live in the moment in such a way that I don't see beyond the end of my nose.
Plus work and other crises seem to keep getting in the way. There is a lot of fear running loose in me. Again. But I'm working on it.