Over the holiday season, we rented a little log cabin near Packwood, Washington (with cable and Internet access, of course!) and have been spending most of the weekends up here. Cooking, hiking, drinking, hot-tubbing — it’s not a bad life.
This morning, I got an up-close encounter with some of the four-legged locals when I went to take out the trash. At least a dozen elk were roaming along the street and through the neighbors’ front yards, nibbling at grass and plants… until I rudely interrupted them. At that point, they raised their heads and stared me down. Naturally, as a good city slicker, my first instinct was: get the camera. Then the second instinct: get the dog inside! I could just picture goofy Oscar, our golden retriever, galloping over to meet his new friends. Something tells me the elk wouldn’t have shared his enthusiasm.
Of course, after I had whisked Oscar safely away into the house, I did grab my camera and returned to snap a few photos of the elk… who did not seem thrilled by my presence. It was a disconcerting way to start the morning, but now I know why the local grocery store sells coffee mugs emblazoned with the logo “Packwood: Elk Happens”.