Okay, so no fun pictures today, but I offer instead an entertaining (?) story.
We were fortunate enough to have another beautiful, sun-filled day that I've been told we just don't get here this time of year. I got to see some beautiful scenery and walk on a nice beach with some of my new NZ friends. Later in the day, I decided I wanted to go see the sunset at the beach. I was almost too late, but found an amazing, isolated stretch that I hadn't seen before (this was in-town as opposed to the other beach walked on today...). When I say isolated, I mean the tide was just starting to come in, and mine were the only set of footprints in the sand. Amazing, eh? It was completely undeveloped (as most of the direct waterways are around here; something about belonging to the queen...), so it was water, beach and tall forest (I believe it is a logging area).
So I walk and I walk until I realize the beautiful pinks and reds of sunset were almost gone and replaced with the indigo of impending night. So in the light of dusk, I see a big lump in the sand that I decide will be my turnaround point. As I get closer, I let my mind play tricks and see a large dead goat, horns and all. When I finally get to this object and let my eyes adjust, I realize that my brain had a very good reason for trying to make this object into a dead goat. It was a dead goat. A dead goat without eyes by the way... So I decide that this is, in fact, the perfect turnaround point. Suddenly, I realize that it is no longer, dark, but now it's DARK. Fortunately, the moon was eerily rising behind the pitch-black forest At one point, I swear I heard something running up behind me. But alas, I made it back to the van without being mugged by satan-worshiping goat killers or goat zombies or anything of the like. I thought I was walking at a good pace out towards the goat, but I think it took me almost 30 minutes to reach the goat, and about 5 to make it back to the van. :)
I realized that I was also lucky that I was the only one out, because if I hadn't noticed my footprints cutting back up to the path which led to my van, I would have certainly passed it.
I do wonder what that goat was doing out there. Even without eyes, he looked sort of happy. I've always thought that goats were eternal optimists...
5 comments:
Do you know what "alas" means? Only you would be disappointed not to get mugged by zombie goat killers.
Last night I had a dream I was walking along a beach in NZ with a forest along the edge when something sharp rammed me in the back. Do you suppose it was your eyeless dead goat?
Ah, 'tis a creepy, yet oddly fascinating story. Glad you made it home safely.
Maybe it was a chupacabre that got it...
You asked we told you. I have never seen a goat on the beach. You should have sheared it's wool and spun some yarn!!!
Love you!!!
Well, chapeltree, it would have made a much more interesting story if their had been a real cult or zombie or something.
Very interesting Jaye. If it was my goat, you can't blame it for running into you since it obviously can't see...
Hmmm... I wonder what kind of creatures there are in this neck of the woods. Don't know about chupacabre, but I've heard that there are hobbits in the shire...
Spinning the dead animal's hair into yarn? Wow, and I thought I was morbid sometimes...(!) ;)
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