Many years ago when I was about 15, my mom and dad and I took a ferry across to the island. Mom was content to sit in the lodge, enjoy the atmosphere, and people watch . . . her legs wouldn’t allow her to walk far.
My dad and I took off down a short trail toward the end of a peninsula. Nice path, beautiful day, sun coming down through lots of leafy branches.
We stopped for some reason, not sure why. Maybe a noise off to our left.
We looked up into the trees and there about 10 feet off the path was a HUGE MOOSE with BIG antlers!!!! He was enormous. Wow.
We just stood there looking at him for a little bit while he looked down at us. Then we very quietly and peacefully walked on down the path so we wouldn’t spook him.
It was amazing. An outstanding memory.