A few weeks back, John, Jessica and I decided to walk the Wishbone Trail in Waterton.
The weather was warm(ish), our schedules were clear, and I was just hours out of my mandatory quarantine, so why not?!
We had been walking for all of 5 minutes when we suddenly heard (from the thicket several yards away) a series of low yelps, howls and yipping, that we knew could not be coming from any domestic canines. We wondered if we were listening to a family of coyotes, yet I'd grown up hearing coyotes and this wasn't quite the same.
With all of my heart I hoped and hoped that it was wolves. We stood there for awhile and just took the sound in, and then suddenly...it stopped. Everything went eerily quiet.
We swore we'd never forget the sound of those dogs and then continued on our way, looking back often in hopes of maybe seeing something. And wouldn't you know it, a few minutes later, as we came into the clearing and headed towards the lake, we did!
We saw three large dogs racing for the very trees we had heard puppy sounds coming from.
Big coyotes? Wolves?
I had my short lens on my, so we really couldn't tell, but I'll probably always insist that what we saw were wolves. (And don't you dare try to convince me otherwise!)
I sure love looking at Lower Waterton Lake from this perspective.
On a hot summer day, this will totally be the place to come to!
This was one of those "breathe in deep and love your life" kind of mornings.
We finished this small hike/stroll with a very grateful heart.