“Did you hear that?!” Jeremy asks with widening eyes and more alertness than I thought his Vodka-Crystal Light mixture would allow.
“No,” Joel and I answer in (typical) monotone. We’re on the opposite side of the crackling fire so maybe he heard something … or maybe he didn’t.
In a moment we hear it too: something big is moving in the water right by our campsite. Loch Ness? Sasquatch? We hope so.
“See!” Jeremy says with a tone of vindication. We stand, turn on phone lights and walk toward the water with hushed voices. It’s creepy in a delightful way.
“I think it’s a moose,” Jeremy suggests. I don’t know what he’s seeing. I peer harder into the darkness but even with our lights I only sometimes see a vague shape.
“I’m going to get my camera and a brighter light,” I say. With those I’m able to agree, there’s a moose! I’ve never seen one in Southern Idaho. We stand and watch a while, at first hesitant, nervous it will charge. But slowly we realize it doesn’t care about us any more than the little frogs.