The Cattle Trail

Things have been good lately, improvingly better. I won't lie and say that I'm not far more cautious of enjoying the excitement of life because I'm skeptical of losing happiness again but I'm trying not to overthink and just let it be. The weekend was easy and simple and nice. I'd made a mini goals list at the beginning of last week and one of my goals was to photograph something fun and unique. Saturday rolled around and it was lazy and passed too soon. Our Sundays are usually very lax and we try not to juggle too much or make a hullabaloo. Every Sunday we wake up early, drive to Starbucks where I get my coffee and Shay's tea and then we go off to hike at the same place down this road called Yosemite. We've literally walked this trail every weekend for a few months now. It's easy, we know how far to go to get enough steps and we tend to walk quietly, both of us rapped in our own little heads. We walked to our normal gate and sat and rested for a quick sec and then made our way back down that same little path. 

As we were nearing a turn and the sun light hit the corner, Shay and I both stopped staring straight at a large brown bull. Now, if we were to live anywhere else this might have been common or nothing special in fact but we live in Southern California where the trails are dry and desert ridden. We have to pay to see farm animals at petting zoos, in fact. So when we came around the turn and these big wide eyes were staring back, I figured I must simply be going mad. 

Next thing I know Shay's holding my hand and I realize he's seen the bull too. He whispers to walk back slowly and as we begin to retreat, suddenly we look around and find about ten or twenty more cattle just as big. Now at this point, I'm just laughing because what in the world, what a sight! As we begin walking backwards, the bull happily follows thinking we're leading it our way. Shay stops and we back up and the cows look at us and simply say hey and then as we stop and stare a herd just walks past and goes on their way. It was the most entertaining nonchalant exchange I've ever had in my life and I couldn't stop laughing at the irony of the entire fact. They had no owner, they had no certain way, we just experienced a bunch of wild cows walk past us and everything was ok. The one time I'm not carrying my camera of course this happens too but I clicked a few on my iPhone that I'll have to laugh and reminisce over too. 

Funniest little moment with a bull on a simple Sunday's end of the week.