Day 3 of our trip and we are STILL driving through western Ontario. The drive is absolutely beautiful, but it is not an easy drive because it is two way traffic on a winding, hilly trail cut out through rocks and bordering lakes both very small and very large.
I grew up on the prairies so I am used to seeing deer signs along the road.
But as we drove further away from the prairies we started to see these beware of moose signs.
Of course if you happen to be travelling with three young and very observant children you will have to answer about a million questions about moose. What is a moose, how big are mooses, what do mooses eat? Which will then lead to a grammar lesson explaining that sometimes plural things do not end with 's and my standard answer for when I don't know why...."Well you should ask Daddy because he knows all about that kind of stuff". Anyway, the million questions continued and I am quite amazed at how many questions can be thought up regarding a moose.
Not long into our 3rd day of the trip I saw yet another of one of these moose signs and I said, "Wouldn't it be cool to actually see a moose?" Less than 10 minutes after I said it, this is what we saw!!!
But...it started a whole new series of a million questions. How come a moose is so big, why doesn't the moose have antlers, why is he so brown? and so on and so on. Until finally they started a whole new series...Wouldn't it be cool to see a raccoon? Wouldn't it be cool to see a bear? Wouldn't it be cool to see a mountain lion? Of course all of these animals had their own series of questions. About the middle of day 3 I was regretting my decision to not have a DVD player in the van...sigh