Don't get me wrong there are many pluses to living in Runamuk: the people, the scenery, the change of seasons and the associated pleasures. Today, however, I experienced once again one of my favorite things about this place.
It was the end of the work day at the IHL, and I was making my way home. I was half way through the initial climb up from the coast toward town proper when I came face-to-face with a young fawn snacking on ferns. It looked at me while chewing in an apparently thoughtful manner. It scratched behind its ear with its right rear hoof and swallowed. I was close enough to follow the movement of the mouthful of greens down its throat.
It still had its white spots, and wasn't particularly afraid as it tried to figure out what that odd shaped critter coming up the hill was.
In Runamuk, there are occasions for the meeting of strangers without the loss of anything other than some fear of the other.
Later, Mushers!
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