Bison
Friday, July 4th, 2008
Up ahead on the road, we saw shaggy mounds of humps and horns. They were a herd of bison that bedded down on our path. I coasted to a stop in appreciation of this unexpected welcome party, but mainly because we couldn’t move any further. Suddenly, the largest of the bison snorted and looked at out direction. I swallowed hard. Would he charge? If he did, there was no way I could get the car turned around in time. He easily weighed close to a ton and we will be trampled like frogs. After a while, it seemed to me that they were bivouacked for the night so I decided to rev the engine and dart toward the glossy-eyed roadblocks. In a flash, the herd sprang upright and stampeded ahead on the road. For at least a hundred meters, they refused to yield to us until they plunged like small humpback whales into a ravine.
