And perhaps neither will you.
Today’s Wordful Wednesday wasn’t very nice of me, was it?
Wordful Wednesday is like Wordless Wednesday, only WITH words. It’s for those of us that can’t contain the chatter, but in a good way. More info. in my tabber box titled WW on the right.
I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to share with you one aspect of my vacation that will NEVER be forgotten. It’s that thing that will forever trigger my memory of this particular camping trip. It’s my, “remember that camping trip when there was a dead cow behind our camp site?”, and we’ll all nod in confirmation. And groan.
Because it kind of changed me.
When I happened upon it I was NOT expecting it. When I smelled it, well, let’s not go there.
Luckily, the wind took pity on us and didn’t blow the stench in our direction until the last morning of our adventure, and we didn’t spend our time in camp anyway. Unfortunately, every time we took 4-wheeler rides on the trails behind our camp site, we had to pass the bloated, fly infested, putrid smelling cow.
It wasn’t pretty. Nor were the other 3 dead cows just up the way.
In case you are wondering, my dad, my grandpa and myself made the supposition that the cows probably ate something poisonous like larkspur and kicked the bucket. Then they were probably dragged by horse back behind the camp by cow hands.
You know, so that they could decompose out of the way.