This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Monday, April 4, 2011

My, What Big Teeth You Have.

I saw my first wild wolf three years ago. One of my techs and I were driving down a meandering mountain highway with virtually no shoulder. We came around a corner and a mangy gray thing jumped in front of our truck then disappeared over the side of the road. It took me a second to process what I’d seen. The animal was so skinny and scraggly. I didn’t believe it was a wolf until my tech said, “Was that a wolf? It had on a radio collar.”

“I think it was,” I said, still uncertain.

So what did we do?

We parked the truck in the middle of the highway, got out and ran after it. We spotted it down the hill, moving slowly, stopping to look back at us every so often.

It was definitely a wolf and it was so COOL!

Now, most people probably think it’s stupid or even dangerous to run after a wolf, but wolves are NOT what the media makes them out to be. It’s WAY more stupid and dangerous to park a truck around a blind corner in the middle of a highway.