The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

One night, we were hiking into the night, and it was dark and we were in the Chequamegon Forest. Diggins’s ears [perked up]. Something was out in the woods, and I’m assuming it’s a predator of some sort. Here’s the thing about predators: They don’t always attack, but they’re really good at watching you, to see what you’re going to do. When you’re hiking into the night like that, and you know the predators are watching you because they’re everywhere, that feeling is so humbling. I’m not scared. I’m just passing through. I’m not here to take their territory. I’m not here to harm them. I can’t talk to the animals, but sometimes I wonder, do they know that that’s my feeling when I walk through here? I wish I could Snow White this and have the animals pop out and chat with me. Once you’re so immersed in the wilderness, or not even the wilderness but the outdoors, you begin to realize your individual spot on the food chain, on the predatory food chain. You begin to realize that you don’t have sharp claws, you don’t have sharp teeth, and actually, you’re not that strong. Compared to a wild animal? You’re not that strong. I love that feeling...Emily Ford