海角大神

Of moose and man

An early test of our vows to stick by each other arrived in Canada鈥檚 wilds.

The young moose wasn鈥檛 that big. Really, it was only a teenage moose. But the mama moose was big. She was like a giant refrigerator on legs. Her son was just a gangling guy, certainly not such a threat that my brand-new husband would abandon our recently expressed vows and desert me at the first sign of trouble.

But that鈥檚 what happened. My husband and I had been married for three days. We were honeymooning in the Canadian Rockies. It was gorgeous, if not a little chilly, that August. There were ice fields, jagged mountains, roaring rivers, and plenty of wildlife. We saw bighorn sheep, bears, elk, even a marmot or two. We even hiked a trail in grizzly country, singing and shouting the whole time. (Being loud seems counterintuitive in the quiet, pristine wilderness. But if you want to avoid startling an irascible grizzly, you make lots of noise.)

There we were, newlyweds who had braved elk and marmots, crevasses, potential grizzly attacks, and goofy Canadian waiters. We were in this adventure of honeymooning 鈥� and of life 鈥� together.聽

Then came the moose.聽

It had started out as a casual hike through the woods. We approached a large pond, and there stood two moose 鈥� mama and son pulling weeds from the bottom of the lake. We froze and stared. Mama munched away, but the son looked a bit agitated by visitors. In retrospect, this should have been my warning: Don鈥檛 mess with a moose!聽

But I didn鈥檛 heed the signs. I wanted a picture. You bet I did. And it had to be a close-up.

鈥淟et鈥檚 go closer,鈥� I whispered to my new mate, confident that the man I was certain would follow me to the depths of hell and back would readily accompany me as I got closer to a moose. And indeed he did. As we walked closer, I readied my camera.

Suddenly, it was clear we鈥檇 gotten too close. We鈥檇 crossed an invisible line. Boy moose bolted! Moose are even bigger at a gallop, and this one was galloping right at us!

Adrenaline kicking in, I scrambled behind the nearest tree, snapping photos as I scurried. Boy moose galloped within a few feet of me and then was gone, off into the underbrush.

Mama moose kept munching weeds. Apparently, she was quite hungry. But just in case, I thought it wise to retreat. You know, that whole 鈥渕other animals and their babies鈥� thing.聽

And I had already gotten a photo or two.聽

Excited, I turned to my husband to tell him I had actually gotten a picture of the running moose. But my husband was no longer there. I was alone. When I squinted into the distance, I could just see him, way down the trail, hurdling bushes like an Olympian, running away from me, his new bride. My husband of three days, the one who鈥檇 promised to stick with me through thick or thin, had just ditched me at the first sign of trouble.聽

I ran after him, finally catching up to him at the trailhead.

鈥淵ou abandoned me!鈥� I said. 鈥淵ou left me alone with a wild moose!鈥� Still breathing heavily, all he could say was, 鈥淚 thought you were right behind me.鈥澛�

鈥淲ell, I wasn鈥檛, and apparently you didn鈥檛 stop long enough to make sure I was,鈥� I replied accusingly.聽

That was our first argument as a married couple. Now the honeymoon is over and 鈥� despite the moose affair 鈥� we鈥檙e still married 20 years later.聽

How do you measure love? Can it only be demonstrated by how brave you are in the face of danger, even when it involves wild animals? Maybe love is shown in the little things as well as the big. A kiss, a thank-you, a packed lunch with a smiley face on the bag. These are small things that say, 鈥淚 love you.鈥� And the big things, like sticking with me when I decide to quit teaching to pursue another career. Or like saying OK when I want yet another pet 鈥� that鈥檚 love, too.聽

But despite how much I know he loves me and how committed he is to the whole 鈥渢hrough thick or thin鈥� part of marriage, I also know that if we ever meet another rampaging moose, he will probably ditch me again. I will be on my own. That is, unless I choose to run right beside him.

Editor鈥檚 note:聽Not to take sides, but the firm policy of the US Forest Service is that visitors should give moose a wide berth.