I Got Paced By a Skunk This might sound hard to believe, but today was one of the most unique runs I’ve ever had. I headed back to Chino Hills (the only trails in the area that I’m aware of). I still couldn’t find my headlamp, but after last night, I knew I could go without. It was a ¾ moon, and the sky was clear tonight giving me more light than last night. I headed up the same trail to the top of the ridge. Possibly, it goes higher, but I couldn’t see any more climbing ahead. I turned around for a fun downhill run. Not to long after that, a black bundle of fur jumped out from behind a bush and started running down the trail. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. The only light I had was my iPhone flashlight, but that wasn’t enough to tell. I stopped for a moment to let it get away and started downhill again. But the furball was still running down the trail. At times, it almost looked like a bird. I though it could possibly be an injured bird, but the thing just kept running. Not very bird-like. Squirrel? No. Armadillo? I don’t think armadillos live in Brea, CA. I tried to scare it off the trails with some precisely thrown rocks (off to the side, not directed at him). But he didn’t waiver. I yelled and clapped my hands. I ran up a little closer to him, hopeing to scare him off the trail. But no, he held his course. Finally, I decided to just continue running about 20-30 feet behind it. If I stopped and it was a skunk, I was worried I would surprise it again when I started running and get sprayed. So me and this animal were running down the hill together. He never cut off the trail. He never stopped. It turned out that I ran with him for about two miles. I started wondering how far this little animal could run without killing himself. His pace was actually pretty nice. But eventually he did cut off the trail. It was at this point that I could clearly see that it was a skunk. I hope I didn’t scare him too bad. It was a pretty incredible experience to run with this wild animal for two miles, and I would hate for my cool experience to be his near-death experience. I’ll keep thinking that we were just running together, and he was just pacing me. It made my evening.

I Got Paced By a Skunk This might sound hard to believe, but today was one of the most unique runs I’ve ever had. I headed back to Chino Hills (the only trails in the area that I’m aware of). I still couldn’t find my headlamp, but after last night, I knew I could go without. It was a ¾ moon, and the sky was clear tonight giving me more light than last night. I headed up the same trail to the top of the ridge. Possibly, it goes higher, but I couldn’t see any more climbing ahead. I turned around for a fun downhill run. Not to long after that, a black bundle of fur jumped out from behind a bush and started running down the trail. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. The only light I had was my iPhone flashlight, but that wasn’t enough to tell. I stopped for a moment to let it get away and started downhill again. But the furball was still running down the trail. At times, it almost looked like a bird. I though it could possibly be an injured bird, but the thing just kept running. Not very bird-like. Squirrel? No. Armadillo? I don’t think armadillos live in Brea, CA. I tried to scare it off the trails with some precisely thrown rocks (off to the side, not directed at him). But he didn’t waiver. I yelled and clapped my hands. I ran up a little closer to him, hopeing to scare him off the trail. But no, he held his course. Finally, I decided to just continue running about 20-30 feet behind it. If I stopped and it was a skunk, I was worried I would surprise it again when I started running and get sprayed. So me and this animal were running down the hill together. He never cut off the trail. He never stopped. It turned out that I ran with him for about two miles. I started wondering how far this little animal could run without killing himself. His pace was actually pretty nice. But eventually he did cut off the trail. It was at this point that I could clearly see that it was a skunk. I hope I didn’t scare him too bad. It was a pretty incredible experience to run with this wild animal for two miles, and I would hate for my cool experience to be his near-death experience. I’ll keep thinking that we were just running together, and he was just pacing me. It made my evening.

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