I decided driving through the park would be better, and since it was a beautiful day, that's what I did. RMNP is beautiful, but that is not what I'm writing about, so I'll spare the details.
I arrived at Alberta's 80 acre farm, located between Granby and Grand Lake. Grand County, where Alberta's farm is found, has a major bark beetle infestation problem (notice the dead trees behind the cows in the photo). This infestation resulted in the need to thin out much of the pine trees on Alberta's farm.
When I arrived, I was directed to a pasture that had at least 15 piles of slashed wood and branches. I was told to take whatever I wanted and come back for more if I wanted to. I pulled my Explorer into the pasture and found myself surrounded by cows. I was told they wouldn't bother me... could have fooled me.
The cows deemed themselves protectors of the wood piles. Every pile I drove to, the cows followed me. Now, they may just have been interested in my activities, but it's a little unnerving looking up from a pile of wood to find a 900 lb. beast staring at you. Pretty soon, 11 or 12 cows, of varying sizes and colors, surrounded me. I threw what wood I had in my arm into the truck and jumped in the driver seat. I thought to myself "This would be a fitting end to a former butcher, trampled by cows." I could see the headlines already.
I scavenged on, drove to the opposite side of the pasture to another pile, and managed to gather a full truck load before the cows sauntered over to my new position. Imagine that hey? An Illinois girl a tish bit afraid of cows???
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