I love running trails. I do. And if you've been following me, I know you know this: The fresh air, the beautiful views, time away from technology and the modern day; only my shoes, my water and my will to deal with...
...well, those things and the decapitated deer head I came across.
Obviously the prey of a local mountain lion, I turned a switchback to discover the severed, and severely gnawed upon, head of a deer this morning on the trail's edge. No signs of struggle were apparent, nor was the remainder of the deer. Ann and I actually spent 10 minutes discussing how the head would have wound up on the trail and concluded that the lion was most likely trying to pull the head from the body and eventually did, violently tossing it from the ridge above to the trail below in the process.
It was quite the violent scene to come across but also served as a sobering reminder of what life in the wild involves.
Ain't no Burger King in the woods, kids.
Well, eventually, there will be. Right beside the Jamba Juice and the Starbucks.