Between slowing down on my morning commute to let a trotting moose go by and resisting the urge to slam on the breaks to better view a pack of wolves in a horse pasture, I feel like I am reminded every day that I am truly at the edge of America's wilderness. I read postings about puma sitings and see pics of a young moose in front of a coffee shop in the local paper. Still, the harshness of winter is still a sobering reality. That puma likely got shot by hunters since it is permissible to hunt a small number of them here. Also, the wolves have recently been delisted, so I wonder what the rancher's response was to the wolves in his pasture. And, a young moose that frequented Jackson haunts has been reported dead. I say this not to depress you, but I am really in awe of the wildlife I am privy to here and the difficulty they face every winter even here in Jackson where we all are thrilled to see a moose trot by and an elk munching on park-supplied alfalfa.
The fact is, winter is rough on everybody. I have definitely gotten some hefty bruises wiping out on the ice. Our windshields are not as pristine as they used to be, and even though it is mid March, we have gotten two feet of snow in the last week. Wydaho sure is wild!
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