I went up into the foothills behind Red Butte yesterday afternoon because I wanted to think and get some sun and work on my poem memorization. I consider myself a cautious hiker (I stick to trails with cell reception when I’m alone; I always have food and water and a first aid kit, etc.) but I think I need to pay a little more attention to my surroundings and a little less to what’s in my head from now on.
I was walking along and brooding and passing what I thought was a stick until, mid-pass, my brain registers, “Holy shit that’s a rattlesnake.” I won’t say I nearly stepped on him but I was a LOT closer than I would have been had I seen him right away.
Fortunately, Snake seemed pretty relaxed in the sun, all stretched out and looking like a stick. I got some better distance between us and checked him out–about eighteen inches long and diamond patterned (nice camouflage, buddy!).
Then, of course, I paid a lot more attention to the trail for the rest of the hike.
(Do any Misties out there get the post title? No googling!)
Anne and I encountered one of those buggers at This is the Place State Park one afternoon. Same kind of scenario, we’re walking along, holding hands (awwww!), enjoying the sunshine, and suddenly that stick up ahead started to move. And TitP isn’t even that far into the hills! Scared the hell out of us…
EEK! That would have freaked me out bad.