Last week I had a free night all to myself. The sun had already started to set and it was too dark to ride so I put on some hiking clothes and headed to Lake Michigan.
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| This is just east of the first of three sand dunes. |
While there were a scattering of cars parked along the lakeshore I chose to hike about a half mile east to the highest sand dune to watch the show.
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| Getting closer to the top. In the middle-left is the peak of the first sand dune pictured. |
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| Just enough clouds to make a spectacular sunset and clear sky for star-gazing! |
I kicked off my shoes, dug my toes into the sand and laid down to watch the second-act: the moon rising and the stars splattering across the sky.
The moon was so bright and full that it was casting shadows!
It was amazing and peaceful, I contemplated spending the night right there in the sand under the open sky.
Instantly I felt a prickle up the back of my neck. I sat up, my heart in my throat.
I had heard a sound, like a loud cough or rasp. At least, I thought I had. But it was so quiet, I couldn't hear anything but the rapid beating of my heart.
Maybe it was my imagination.
Errrrfffff!
I definitely heard something! I grabbed my shoes and stood up. Just as I started to descend the sand dune I saw THEM.
Five Coyotes.
A pack of Coyotes.
Between myself and the half mile-hike through the dunes to my car!
I've spent a good deal of time now at Muskegon Sate Park and the surrounding area and have witnessed some spectacular wildlife: Blue Herons take flight, Bald Eagles on the hunt, and I once saw a Bobcat race across Scenic Drive at Block House Hill.
I have even seen Coyotes before. A few years ago we had a mangy Coyote roaming in our yard. Another time I was riding my bike and saw a pair of Coyote's running along the roadside.
But I had never been alone, in the dark, behind the lines of a pack of wild Coyotes.
Am I over-dramatizing this? Probably! I am one of those people that not only believes in the Worst Case Scenario, I think it's the Most-Likely Scenario.
I was nervous.
Alone, in the woods and feeling stupid and scared, I did the only thing I knew to do: make lots of noise. I started clapping my hands loudly and talking to myself. Then I remembered I had my iPod! I turned on some music and started singing along.
The coyotes turned and headed to the tree line. I didn't hesitate to descend the sand dune and skedaddle out of there, singing and clapping the entire way!
I was so relieved to summit the last dune, just 100 feet from my car.
This weekend we're camping at Muskegon State Park. We'll probably take the kids on a night-hike, the wild-life viewing is spectacular after dark. I just hope we don't run into anymore Coyotes!
