First of all, I’m so sorry.
We need to limit Craig’s photo-archive access.
Anyhoo, those pictures are old, so I posted a current pic below. Every time I go on vacation, I get tubbier from eating way too much and harrier from not shaving. Our Olympic Peninsula trip began Monday. Here’s what my son and I look like today. Wave, Nathan!
I snapped that photo Monday afternoon at the Olympic Game Farm. Years ago, we visited a game farm in Oregon, so I expected the one in Sequim to be about the same: lots of tufts of brown fur just barely visible through tall grass. But the animals were out in force Monday, eager for the bread the ticket guy sold us. (Admission is $10 per adult, bread is $2 per loaf).
Ever been stalked by a llama? It’s every bit as thrilling as they say it is. Zebras, horses, deer and peacocks swarmed our car, too. They didn’t want to let us leave. Or, at least, they didn’t want our bread to leave.
We had a “Jurassic Park” moment when one of the bigger yaks craned its head sideways to get a better look inside Nathan’s window. And let’s just say yak snot it not a great window cleaner. Still, we couldn’t help but admire this guy’s persistence:
There’s a plain full of elk and buffalo, but our shot had to be a drive-by one, because the area is forested with signs that warn you to “KEEP MOVING.” The guy at the front gate said it was because the bison and sometimes the elk will challenge your car to a duel. Apparently nobody really “wins” in that scenario.
We felt sorry for this guy, a white rhino whose horn seemed to have gone all “Free Willy” on him.
The bears are the coolest. These guys are totally Yogi – they’ll do just about anything for food. They came right up to the (electrified) inner fencing and waved, sat up, begged, posed, etc. And they caught flying bread hunks with their mouths. And, sure, they seem roly-poly and cute. But do NOT help them develop a taste for manflesh. Stay in your car.