We were descending the switchback trails from the mud pots in Yellowstone a few years back. Came around a blind curve and there was a massive bull in front of us, maybe 8 or 9 feet away. It stated kicking and grunting as they do.
There were six of us and we made the collective and simultaneous decision to jump the rail fence and cut down to the next switchback, which you are not supposed to do due to fragile ground, etc.
Anywho, we made it to the bottom unscathed and, by then, laughing. I remember telling my marathoner sister-in-law that I was prepared to trip her if need be.
Little did we know, a huge group at the bottom of the hill was watching the whole thing, even knowing before we did that we were on a collision course. Man, they have us an earful, telling us we should have just double backed the whole way up and back down the other side.
It would have taken over an hour and we were hot and tired. I think we made the right call.
You don’t need to talk to strangers out there. Or listen to their opinions.
Sounds like the story of these guys camping.
They woke up to find a couple of brown bear cubs in camp.
Then they saw a huge sow up the path on her hind legs roaring.
One guy is frantically putting on running shoes.
His buddy is freaking and says, “We can’t outrun her!”
Our hero says, “No, but I can outrun you.”