Then the elk turned, the wolves naturally chasing after her, and the three of them ran right over the road not terribly far from our car. Not like 10 feet or anything, but I bet I could have hit them with a rock easily (you know, if I wanted to). We'd pulled off the road by this point, along with three other cars (well, actually one of them parked ON the road, but people do that in the park...) to watch as the trio ran in a zig-zag around the meadow on the other side of the road. The black wolf closed in and took a lunge at the front of the elk. I don't know if the wolf was going for neck or chest or leg or what because it all happened so fast. But the elk avoided the lunge and the wolf tumbled off in a small barrel roll through the grass. Without a moment of hesitation the wolf was up and running again, rejoining the grey wolf as they tailed the elk up the hillside and into the trees where we lost sight of them. It was a few minutes of total INSANITY. I wonder how many minutes, really. Was it two minutes? Three? It sure felt longer, but it was probably only a few.
|Same photo, zoomed in a bit.|
And to think that the whole circle of life drama could have taken place just as magically out in the backcountry, but for whatever reason it happened right out in the open in a roadside meadow and I just happened to be there to witness it. What incredible timing. I love feeling like I am exactly where I am supposed to be in this world. It doesn't always happen, but when it does it is worth noting. Thanks, Universe, for being so awesome.