"WHAT IS THAT!?!?!"
He says this in a low, hushed, yet panicky tone, all the while grabbing at my hoodie.
The 'that' he refers to is just a log in the trail, but from 25 yards and from the combination of my anti-outdoors state of mind and Denver's slight panic, it was definitely BigFoot or a cougar.
Whatever it was, I was done.
The rest of the trek back to the car was uneventful, save for a bratwurst sized slug.
And that was how we spent our 15 minutes of nature in the Pacific Northwest.
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