Sometimes I’m so distracted looking up pictures of moose online and reading about them on Wikipedia that I don’t get any work done. Hence, the Bucket List. I needed to tell someone about my obsession.
My immediate family may recall our trip to Yellowstone, which occurred during my phase when any and all nature just did not appeal to me. The only redeeming thing, I thought, about our trip to Yosemite and Jackson Hole was not seeing the geysers or rafting on the Snake river, but the possibility of seeing a moose. We looked everywhere. I was determined, but by the end of the trip no moose had been sighted, and ever since I’ve had a strange fascination with moose (meese?).
And so, Bucket List item number one: See a Moose.