We have reached that stage in the road trip where the toddler knows I’m trying to pull a fast one on him by hiding some toys for a few days and then presenting them as though they’re new. He’s not buying it.
- From somewhere in central Pennsylvania, on our 264th rendition of “The Wheels on the Bus”
I woke up at 6:30 this morning to the sound of chomping. Glanced over at my husband and toddler son. Fast asleep. The chomping got louder. Then a snort. Now wide awake, I looked outside the tent and froze. A bison was calmly munching grass a mere two feet away. Holy crap. He (?) was so close I could see his eyelashes. He was massive, his breath making a powerful *whoosh* sound as air left his enormous lungs.
I watched, mesmerized, as he made his way closer to the tent. When he was about a foot away, I tapped my husband awake, careful not to disturb the excitable toddler. Do bison trample tents? This one must’ve known we were there; bison have an excellent sense of smell. We watched and waited. Thankfully, he seemed to recognize the tent as a permanent object and walked around it, chomping and snorting. We heard another set of hoof steps and listened as the two slowly made their way away from the campsite and into the grassland beyond.
- from Theodore Roosevelt National Park, North Dakota