The Moose

On the 12th, my Dad, Mom, brothers, and my huskies, had quite the adventure. It all started when I made plans with my friend to go ride her grandma's horses. The rest of my family went for a 10 mile run, while I was with her.

Their run was going great until about two miles in. Thor was running with Dad; Mom, Jon, and Nora were about 10 yards behind him. Nick was delayed at the start, so he was a bit behind everyone else. Dad had let Thor run a couple yards in front of him when he saw the brush around him start to move and he heard - this is how he puts it - the "Truck pulling a trailer sound that you shouldn't hear on a trail." He saw Thor come sprinting as fast as he could down the trail, with eyes as big as saucers, and an angry cow moose right on his heels. Dad turned around and yelled "RUN!" to Mom and Jon, then dove behind a tree. Jon dove behind a bush and, somehow Mom got herself and Nora up on a eight foot rock that would have been impossible to climb without a moose two feet from her. The moose kept going past them down the trail. At the time, Nick had no idea that there was a very scared husky sprinting down the trail with an angry moose chasing him. Nick said Thor had gained a couple seconds on the moose by the time they reached him. When Thor was a couple feet from Nick, he jumped up into his arms. Nick then saw the moose, dropped Thor, and dove into a bush. Thor scrambled in after him and the moose went charging right on past them. They, thankfully, didn't see the moose again.
Of course, I had no idea that all of that had happened, and that Thor had almost been trampled by a moose. If it wasn't for Nick, Thor would have probably been killed by it.

In some ways I wish I was there, but at the same time I am happy I wasn't there. I am very thankful that no one was hurt because it could have gone really bad. It shows you how much God is watching out for us. :)