Suddenly, we both sat up straight and our breath quickened as we heard the loud crashing of a four legged beast through the forest barreling straight for us. With our lights attached to our bars we couldn’t swing them out to see what kind of animal was running along beside us. Suddenly, the creature made a loud snorting growling sound as it ran, matching our pace. We kept pedaling, fear lodged in our chest until a small crest in the climb and luckily a slight downhill.
“That had to be a mountain lion right?!” Pasha and I exclaimed to each other in the dark, still without stopping or slowing our pace away from the creature.
“It was huge!” I agreed as I pictured its massive paws crashing through the forest. This adrenaline would stay with us well into the night and cast an adventurous and mystical glow over our trip.
Later we would recount this story to all our friends, thrilled at our experience being chased by a real life Mexican mountain lion. At a Christmas party we would tell our resident Montana mountain lion expert, Janis Putelis, and he would kindly inform us it was definitely most likely a domestic cow.
We finally made it to the slightly flat area on the map we had chosen for camp, quickly made some food and went to sleep.