night.

Ever had that sinking feeling internally when something totally out of your control is about to happen? I know the feeling and not that I enjoy it, it just seems to happen.

Night tends to play tricks on you especially when solo. You think you hear things and think you see things that aren't really there. At one point on the return trip of this evenings solo mission, my mind roaming elsewhere, and my headlamp, which is nearly useless from the amount of snow falling, caught glimpse of something. Enter that sinking feeling. That glimpse came in the shape of a beady eye which immediately lead to a second. This was a ways off but it was moving at me, quickly. On my snowboard I would of at least had a chance to get away but these skis (day 2 learning on 2 planks) locked me to the ground. It was time to fight and by fight I mean figure out the best way not to be eaten. Not knowing what kind of creature this might be I thought of the worst, a wolverine. This is no joke. After watching a show about them on PBS I was stoked and completely frightened I might see one. How lucky was I?

Well, lucky. 10 feet and still approaching I finally catch a glimpse through the dropping flakes of snow. Lab, tan lab. He still came at me but instead of death I received a welcome giant hug, shying away from the kiss. I returned the hug and after a second I regained and continued down, passing the owner a moment later around the bend. The perfect way to end a pretty damn good day, not eaten.