It took three highway-side moose encounters, but I now play it moderately cool when I spot those antlers lumbering down the shoulder of the road ahead. Or at least I don’t scream as loudly anymore, anyways.
If any of you out there believe in cosmic irony, this one should give you a chuckle. After a record-, roof-, and spirit-breaking winter in Boston, escaping to sunny Colorado was my lifeline. I stared at my calendar for weeks, thinking about sweaty hikes in the mountains and wearing shorts. And just when Boston remembered what spring was, I boarded a plane for my summer oasis. And it was- for about 24… Read More