Today my kids came home with a snake. Isn't it cute?
Then later in the day my son and I took a walk along a quiet wilderness trail (we're in Vancouver Island for a month with DH's work). It was muddy and dark, the path knotted with roots and fallen trees, full of shadows and cold spots that made the hair on my body stand on end.
I have no idea why a snake doesn't bother me, but an empty trail scares the crap out of me. I took my air-horn, two whistles, the phone (even though we don't get a signal), and picked up a stout stick to bang noisily against things. My son and I chatted loudly about the tracks and markings we saw in the mud (he's looking for a banana slug for some unknown reason) and after ten minutes we got to our destination... which was absolutely beautiful. The whole return trip went without incident.
I guess I'm anal about some stuff like bears, cougars, wolves... :).
My husband laughs at me but I listen to my instincts. So what if I have to carry a couple of extra things? So what if people mock my over anxious ways? I don't care. I walked down a trail today on the edge of nowhere and made it out alive. To me it is all part of the adventure.
Is anyone else like me or do you all wonder fiercely through life taking no prisoners?