The Solemnity of the Assumption is not just a holy day of obligation to us any more. It is also the anniversary of our encounter with the Elk. About three weeks later, I started this blog.
It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? We checked out several churches while we were at Yellowstone, in anticipation of the Assumption. We decided on the church in Jackson, and called to confirm the time of the Mass. The secretary did not tell us the 5 pm Mass would be in Spanish, but, hey, Mass is Mass, and when you are on the road, you don't often have much choice.
We stopped at Wendy's for dinner, and began the ride back up to Yellowstone when Miss Elk sauntered on to the road in front of us. If we had chosen another church...
The most memorable part of the elk hit for me was the amazing noise my husband made as he gasped for air in anticipation of the impact. I'm so glad I was driving.