Forget everything those cute little cartoons told you: moose are freakin' scary
. Last night our car narrowly avoided a close encounter with one; had we come along a mere five seconds later we'd have had a head-on collision with either the moose or the car in the other lane. So my Traveling Companion and I decided we didn't want to spend another two hours driving through pitch-dark rural regions to our next scheduled stop; instead, we pulled into a small town and checked into a surprisingly good hotel, where I wrote this week's Art of the Possible blog post
comparing Canada to America. (My conclusion: for all its faults, the Canadian government trusts its people far more than the American government trusts theirs.)
Check-out time approacheth. Gotta go. Wish me luck for a moose-free day.