I started my blog at the eleventh hour tonight because of my quest today. In many regions of the country, actually mainly in the western states, Christmas day is spent stalking the Christmas Stegosaurus. It is an elusive creature which has mainly been seen only in skeletal form, encased in rock. However, like Bigfoot, many have claimed to have seen this solitary animal in the wild.
I am writing this at eleven o’clock because I have actually seen this creature in the flesh, although I didn’t know it at the time. I was in a local stegosaurus blind most of the day, with no luck. The rest of the day and well into the evening I spent trekking through the pine forrest in which the blind is located. The smell was wonderful and, as the evening progressed, I was entranced by the play of the moonlight against the branches as I hiked along.
I don’t know how I came to stop almost mid-step. All of a sudden, the hackles on the back of my neck stood up. I did not see anything, but I crouched down, instinctively. I was still for a good half an hour. My eyes were already adjusted to the light, but I tried to sense any motion other than the gentle rocking of the branches in the wind.
I had my camera with me and after the half hour of silent searching, I used it to take several panoramic shots of my surroundings.
When I got home, I inspected my pictures and, to my amazement, this is what I saw:
I didn’t realize that Stego (my nickname for the Christmas Stegosaurus) was probably as frightened as I was. I am glad that we never actually met and I hope s/he stays out of harm’s way.