On Monday afternoon we were making our way through Yellowstone in a Subaru Forester at the breakneck speed of 30 miles per hour. To our left was a wooded area that sloped up and away from us. To our right the ground descended and then flattened out where a crooked river lazily made its way south.
Here is where our word brobdingnagian comes in (You don't hear this word everyday). Brobdingnagian: Of extraordinary size; gigantic; enormous. We saw a brobdingnagian buffalo, up close and personal! Height: 60 - 78 inches, Length: 84 - 144 inches, Weight: 1760 - 2425 lbs.!
The buffalo burst out of the wooded area to our left and just ahead of us. I hit the brakes and swerved right! The buffalo hit his brakes and swerved to his right; plumes of dust billowed up from his long mantle of hair. The only thing that separated the two of us was the thickness of the car door and another 10-12 inches; he towered over the Subaru!
As soon as the danger was past, Meagan and Sandy asked me to stop the car so they could get some air! I was laughing and hooting. I know there must be something deeply wrong with me, but would life be any fun at all without some danger?!