So last evening we tried to go for a walk again, this time properly slobbered in mosquito repellent. The first 3km were fairly good, the mosquitos were there, but bearable; Macy was keeping us entertained, swimming in every muddy puddle she could find, all normal.
Then the trail looped to go back.... The mud got worse and the mosquitos, you wouldn't believe it! I realized then that the trail was going right alongside a swamp. There was no mosquito repellent for that mob. So our walking turned into running, which was probably worse then walking since now I am going against the mosquito cloud, and they are hitting my face and some of them getting into my mouth!
As I run almost blindly (since I am trying to avoid mosquitos getting into my eyes), swinging my arms madly across my face like a crazy demented woman in the forest, I hear a big noise on my right and glance up to see the form of something large going up a tree, just about 12 feet from me. I run back yelling to were Drew and Macy are. It was a black bear, a small one. Now what? The thing is almost in the trail and is now coming down the tree. I am holding my camera, not to take pictures but as a weapon. Macy is staring at it, not barking, waiting for Drew's instructions (I was so proud of her).
Luckly for us the bear was probably as scared of us as we were from it. As soon as he got down, he went up another tree a bit farther. We continued to walk away from it, me hoping that my adrenalin trail would not attract him back (can't animals smell that?). Drew says that was the closest he has ever been to a bear (outside a car). No, I didn't take a picture... I was too busy concentrating in surviving. But I did take a picture of Macy muddy and happy (the only one from our group that actually enjoyed the walk). And I am not going back there until this mosquito madness is over, next time with some bear spray handy.
Em portugues:
Ontem a gente decidiu tentar uma caminhada de novo, dessa vez apropriadamente ensopados em repelente de mosquito. Tudo estava bem nos primeiros 3km, os mosquitos estavam lah, mas toleraveis; Macy (a cachorra) estava nos entertendo, nadando em toda poca de lama que ela achasse, tudo normal.
Mas quando a trilha dobrou pra voltar... a lama piorou e os mosquitos.. inacreditavel! Foi ai que eu prcebi que a trilha agora estava indo bem ao lado de um pantano . Nao tem repelente que aguente aquela galera. Entao a nossa caminhada virou corrida, que foi pior porque agora eu estou correndo contra uma nuvem de mosquitos batendo na minha cara e entrando na minha boca.
Enquanto eu estou correndo meio que cega (ja que estou tentando evitar mosquitos entrando nos meus olhos), abanando meus bracos na frente do meu rosto que nem uma doida desvairada no meio da floresta, eu escuto um barulho e vejo a forma de um animal grande subindo numa arvore, uns 4 metros a minha direita. Eu dou um grito e saio correndo pra onde o Drew e a Macy estao. Era um urso preto, pequeno. E agora? O bixo ta quase no meio da trilha e agora ele esta descendo da arvore. Eu estou segurando a minha unica defesa, minha camera, nao pra tirar fotos, mas pra usar como arma. A Macy esta encarando o urso, sem latir, esperando instrucoes do Drew (tao obediente, coisa mais fofa).
Pra nossa sorte o urso estava com mais medo da gente do que a gente dele. Assim que ele desceu da arvore ele subiu em outra um pouco mais distante. A gente continuou a andar, eu torcendo pra nao atrair mais animais com o rastro de adrenalina. O Drew disse que esse foi o contato mais proximo que ele teve com um urso (fora do carro). Eu nao tirei uma foto... eu tava mais preocupada em sobreviver. Mas eu tirei uma foto da Macy, cheia de lama e feliz. E eu nao volto lah ate que essa doidera de mosquitos tenha passado, da proxima vez com um spray anti-urso.
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