Anyone that knows me, knows that I do not believe Moose are real. This is based purely on the fact I have never seen one in real life. I am a Must See It To Believe type gal.

This ridiculous notion has been going on for years. Friends think I am joking until they see the sternness in my eyes.

Well, today I was blissfully proved wrong. The giants are REAL! I saw one with my very own eyes.

I had a mouthful of an insanely overpriced burger, which was now cold as I was too sick from altitude sickness to eat it when it was hot. We saw a car pulled over on the side of the road with its hazard’s flashing. I asked if we could please pull over to check if they were okay. I am new to this driving through National Parks type business. I am only newly learning the etiquette. As we slowed down, something in me made me exclaim ‘Oh, I hope it’s a Moose’.

Earlier in the day I had thanked Mother Earth for existing, and appreciated the fact I was alive and blessed with this life. I meant it with my whole heart, so sincerely. I was rewarded in kind.

When I spotted him, My eyes were searching quickly to make sense of the sight I was seeing in real life for the first time. Its antlers were small in comparison to the statues I had seen. The fur on the antlers was shining in the sun. I couldn’t hold in my audible gasps of delight. They were flowing freely as my mind expanded about three dress sizes. What else could possibly be true in this life, that I have so stubbornly denied? Time will tell, but the possibilities are increasing exponentially. I felt like I was going to cry.

He was a thirsty guy, who was drinking as fast as I skull water. There was a solidarity there, like we got each other. He would raise his head to take a look around and water would spit out his nose. We also share the same Netty Pot technique, and the same attitude of no care factor what we look like.

We watched him there for a while, pulled over on the side of the road. I might be stupid but I am not that stupid. The sun was shining brightly while the sky opened up and began snowing (hailing). He was so unbothered by the commotion of cars pulled over to photograph him. He must be used to the long lens. I still feel giggy from the whole experience.

Today I got to see my very first Meese, and it was truly out of this world.

What is life, honestly.

I don’t think I will recover from this.

More ro report back on, honestly. Story of my life: dying of exhaustion.

Is it normal to be this tired all the time? Do you think there is something more wrong with me than my severe depression?

Lots of love,

Kate

PS I would upload a photo or video, but the wifi here sucks. Will report back later.