|Blue is wondering who I am, and why do I have|
these boards strapped to my feet?
“Blue”, I say, “it’s time for me to move on.” I slowly kick-glide away and Blue jumps off my skis, but he keeps pace with me, walking alongside, clucking, cooing and hooting as we travel another 50 yards. Blue stops where the trail breaks into the open and watches me as I ski on to the canyon overlook. I admire the view, snap a few photos and ponder the grouse. “What was that all about?” If nothing else, it was an unusual experience.
|View into Cedar Breaks Canyon from overlook.|
I turn and retrace my route. When I reach the point on the trail where Blue and I had parted company, I glance into the forest and wonder aloud: “Blue are you still here?” In the next instant I hear flapping and clucking and Blue is flying through the forest, only to land in front of me on the trail. And again, for the next 50 yards he keeps pace with me, walking over, around and on my skis as I climb the hill. Then he stops and I continue on, glancing over my shoulder every so often to make sure he’s not following me.
|Blue has just "attacked" my legs! I'm ready|
to shoo him off with my poles.
|Blue accompanies Rita on the trail |
in Cedar Breaks National Monument.