On Friday, February 17th it was a sunny 68 degrees. For the first time in months (due to my fractured ankle and December surgery) Map Master and I were able to hike in the mountains and have lunch on a secluded rock.
We started at Eben Fine Park in Boulder and climbed the Flagstaff Mountain trails.
Map Master and I had forgotten this trail is pretty much straight up. But we didn’t care — it was Friday and we were HIKING!
We found the perfect rock to stop for lunch.
The M.O.M.s have had the great fortune to run into many critters on our hikes. We’ve seen dogs (of course), deer, moose, Abert squirrels, bears, bear cubs, birds, fox, coyotes, snakes and one more bear. But — until today — we’ve never seen someone hiking with a cat. Today there was a hiker with his Bengal cat on a leash. I had never seen a Bengal cat, but they are BEAUTIFUL! Map Master fell in love.
We talked with its’ owner and Map Master got the name of the breeder. We decided she should get a Bengal cat and it will hike with us.
Our thoughts were muddled thinking about hiking with Map Master’s Bengal cat, and we ended up taking a bit of a wrong turn which dumped us at Gregory Canyon instead of Eben Fine Park. Oops! The fastest way to get back on track was to walk up Flagstaff Road for a ways. As we were hugging the edge of the road (so as not to end up as road kill), a car full of guys came down and gave us a Cat Call. (If you don’t know what this is — you’re too young — so ask your mom.) At my age, I don’t get many of these.
Map Master and I decided it was a “sign” that she should get a Bengal cat. Get it? A “cat” call.
Once we were back on track, it didn’t take long to reach the car at Eben Fine Park.
But — wait! I hear something calling for Map Master! Whatdaya think Map Master?!?!?