I yelled after them, "HEY! Go to the bathroom NOW because there is no water at the cabins, therefore no toilets!"
I got a, "I DON'T HAVE TO GO!" and a, "ME NEITHER!"
So I stuffed potato chips into a sack, grabbed everyone a sweatshirt in preparation for the cool Colorado night, and walked out the door... without my camera.
We intended to simply open up and clean two of the cabins, but we were in for a little something more memorable. We pulled the truck down the familiar dirt lane and crossed the bridge. There, at the Y-intersection on the left, was a beautiful red fox. She was sitting. Watching. She was calm, cool, and totally in control. After a minute, she stood up and slowly trotted up the lane we had just driven down.
As a family of animal lovers, we were all excited at this sighting. Somehow the moment seemed special, almost as if it were carved out for us to experience together, as a family. My mood started to lift.
We drove up the hill to the cabin, parked and headed into a cabin. Before we could even get into the swing of cleaning, Thing 1 proclaimed, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
I said, "We're in nature. Go pee on a tree!"
He replied, "No. I have GO."
Of course. Mr. Hankey was urgently knocking at his backdoor.
I looked up from the window sill I was scrubbing and said, "Well, you'll need to find a private spot, dig a pit, do your business, and then cover your deposit."
He blankly stared at me.
Brock said, "Come on. I'll show you what to do."
He grabbed some toilet paper, a portable potty seat, and started on a expedition to find the perfect deuce dropping station. At this point, Thing 2 was also tagging along out of curiosity, so it was like a tiny poo parade.
The screen door had just slammed shut when I heard, "Well, look at that! There's another fox by the campfire ring!"
I quickly, but quietly ran outside. I didn't want to scare her!
I spotted her, a fluffy fox trotting up the mountain. I couldn't tell if it was the same one we had seen earlier or not. Then I saw a quick movement out of the corner of my eye. It was a kit! Then another one! And three more! They were yipping adorably and wrestling and playing chase at high speed! Mama positioned herself between my family and hers. In a way that only mothers can do, she calmly but firmly kept an eye on her kits and the blond human crew watching them. There was no scaring this fox. She was a mother of five. She'd already lived through more terror than most.
We all stood there staring with dumb smiles plastered on our faces. See my sleep-deprived one below. Dummy dumb dumb dumb. Apparently one eye gets squinty when I'm tired.
Ten or more minutes passed and I noticed Thing 1 making some awkward shapes with his body.
"Oh buddy! You really need to go, don't you?" I asked.
He nodded and Brock started to lead the poo crew once more. Then he said, "LOOK! A black fox!"
Sure enough, there was a sixth member of the litter and it was solid black! For a moment, I wondered if Smelly Cat stowed away in my truck and joined his tribe.
|Smelly Cat: part black fox, part Ninja, part Pepe LePew, and part Toothless the Dragon.|
Once more, we stood and stared like a group of gawking tourists. It was incredible! They were so beautiful... and hyper! And all I could say was, "Thank goodness Thing 1 had to go!" and, "WHY DIDN'T I BRING MY CAMERA???" and, "OMG, I actually know what the FOX SAYS!"
At least I had my camera on my cell phone.
And for your information, the fox does say, "YIP YIP YIP YIPYIPYIP YIP."
Peace, Love and Fox Kits,