I am just going to come out and say it...whatever you did this weekend it doesn't matter because my weekend was cooler than yours! That's a fact. Unless you saw a moose - then our weekends were probably comparable. Actually I saw 8 moose in total - but who is counting? If you remember I declared that this year we would go on a moose hunt. And that's what we did. And succeeded. One more thing to cross off my life bucket list.
On Thursday evening Steve and I headed three hours north to Algonquin Provincial Park. Once you hit the stretch of road along highway 60 there are large warning signs informing you to watch out for moose crossing for the next 60 KM's. This was our third trip to Algonquin and the two times before we didn't see a single moose - so we were skeptical. That was until Steve said "OMG...I just saw a moose". I missed it. I was bummed out. And just as I was declaring my jealousy to my husband - I saw one. I yelled. "Moose.!! I just saw a moose!!" It was dark. And we reduced our speed considerably. I wouldn't want to hit a moose. For obvious reasons.
This quick encounter fueled a weekend long moose hunt. Friday we ventured out on a few hikes that we assumed would promise a potential moose sighting and saw nothing. We decided it would be wise to consult with the park staff - who informed us that moose are more commonly spotted as soon as the sun starts to go down. Right outside our campground. In the grassy areas alongside the road. An odd location but did you know that they like the side of the road because of the salt run off? Moose like salt! Next time - I am packing a salt lick and calling it a day. With this new information we decided that dinner could wait - because we were going on a moose hunt.
And I am glad we did because that evening we saw a total of four moose. I was little girl giddy. And a little intimidated. Moose are large.
After we retired our evening hint - we were excited. But not yet satisfied. On Sunday morning I woke up early eager to head out on our third moose hunt of the weekend. Steve however decided to sleep. Until it started to rain. So we packed up our site and decided to test out luck and see if moose enjoy the rain. Turns out they do. Because we saw the most spectacular moose sighting of all time! A mom moose (a cow) and a baby moose (a calf) on the side of the road. We were so incredibly close. It was amazing. AMAZING!
Have you ever seen a moose in the wild?