I have always thought the fencing for pastures was there to keep the cows in, but now I know that it is to keep people out. I am definitely fearless and always down for any adventure, but this time I think I may have taken it a tad too far. There are gorgeous pastures that run along the blue ridge parkway, full of golden fields and flowers for days. I just couldn't help myself and had to climb over the barbwire fence. Bad idea. I explored for a while and came to an open meadow surrounded by trees and deer grazing at the weeds. In mid snapshot, I heard from across the pasture an angry moo. I looked to my left and charging at me was an enraged bull. I ran for dear life, through creeks and thorns as an insane cow was on the hunt for me. I escaped with cuts and bruises as my evidence for my story. Probably the scariest experience of my life, but so worth the pictures that I captured. I found another near by pasture, and despite my recent near death experience I chose to climb over the gate once again. Best idea. I ran up to the very tallest hill and literally had an "on top of a mountain experience." I ran, screamed, danced, cried and laughed like a mad person. It was so crazy beautiful and I forgot all of my worries at that moment. I embraced the breath taking beauty that only God could create and for the first time in a while, I had no doubt that he was real.
