I read somewhere that one of the best things to do if you are attacked by a mountain lion, a nocturnal predator, is to blow on a whistle as hard as you can. I doubted that if 200 savage pounds of muscle, teeth and claws pounced on my delicious frame I would have the wherewithal to fish a whistle out of my pocket so I kept it in my mouth...just in case. The woods at night can be kind of scary. I have to admit that it made me a little paranoid. I know a couple from my church who rescue raccoons and keep them in cages behind their house. They had to shoot an old mountain lion who was coming around trying to get at the caged raccoons. First they threw cans of soup at it, and when it didn't run away they decided to shoot it. That was about a half mile from the camp. Such incidents are rare, and I know all about how they are more scared of me and blah blah blah, but the woods at night were freaking me out!
It was really dark on the trail and I couldn't really make out where I was walking. I kept taking pictures so the flash could give me a quick glimpse of where I was. I think the flash actually hurt in the long run because it kept my eyes from adjusting to the darkness. I was like a drug addict who keeps taking drugs to "get well." Once I started using the flash to find my way I couldn't wean myself off it. It was just too dark up there.
I even visited Dead Man's Cave!
3 comments:
your poor rods. they need quality dark-time to produce rhodopsin!
I always liked the John Denver lyric: "You fill up my senses like a night in the forest."
I've never heard that lyric, but I really like it!
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