My encounter with a mountain lion
This is the first in a series of entries toward a book of dispatches from the strange world of divorce and dating. I am juggling three different titles for the book — Please Enjoy the Music (While Your Party is Being Reached); Cheap, Pray, Love; and, finally, Agnes Louise and Ethel Mae’s Granddaughter gets Divorced.
I am dating a bear who goes over the mountain, to see what he can see. When he introduced himself to me at Beyu Cafe, he told me he is a “traveler,” and that seems quite to be the case. Preferably on foot.
I was determined to learn to hike, and to keep up. I took on the challenge as something of a dare, and friends who have seen me in action know that I am quite the dare-devil. But I am also not terribly keen on the great outdoors. There are lions, and tigers, and bears, and trees that grab your clothing. This Dorothy is better generally when perusing the streets of the Emerald City. Read more