Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact. George Eliot (1819 - 1880)
Friday, August 19, 2005
George In Denver Goes Camping - Part II
My normal daily routine is a run in the morning, usually about two miles. I did the same during our camping trip to the Eagles-Nest Wilderness Area.
This guy/gal, this beautiful fox, followed me, ran in front of me, paced me on both days of my run to the entrance of the Piney Lake Lodge, which was about a mile from our campsite. I suspect he/she was expecting a handout, a bit of bread or meat from me that most campers probably--innocently, but wrongly--provide to him/her.
I had nothing. Just my camera. But, I remain honored, privileged to have been so close--close enough to have touched--this magnificent creature.
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