The quick rattle is almost a buzz. I jerk my head to see the snake coiled in the grass at the edge of the road a few feet ahead. We’re walking back by our campsite, returning from our little tour. We just passed the tree we were warned about.
“Just be still,” I tell Brenna casually. I think we’re well beyond the rattlesnake’s reach but maybe it’s a good teaching moment. It disappears almost immediately into tall grass so we continue (warily again) down the road and over a bridge where I expect to find a path following the river upstream. The road itself turns and climbs away from the river.