By 10 PM, I thought I'd been stood up again. I decided to drive north and look around some. Not really stalking, see?
Okay, full on stalking. Restraining order kind of stalking.
I waited an hour. Finally, I headed home at 11 PM, more than aware of all the moose tracks on the snow berms lining the highway, tracks where they'd been crossing the road.
When I reached Mile post 40, where I'd been two nights before, I found them.
|Shooting straight into the moon.|
|My camera is pointed directly over my head.|