Over that decade, I've pulled it out of the holster twice, once when K, as a a yearling, fell for the luring behavior of a trickster coyote, and then ran to me with an entire pack of coyotes chasing behind her. K beat them to me, and I screamed and yelled like a lunatic as I pulled out the pepper spray. The pack veered away from me and K and back to the darkness of the forest. The second time that I pulled the spray out of the holster was against a human who was scaring me on a remote trail. I didn't use it but I was glad that I had it.
We quickly moved the dogs into a bedroom with the door closed and towels covering the crack at the bottom of the door. I tried to go back to the kitchen to begin to deal with the clean-up, and I was immediately overcome by coughing. I retreated outdoors. When I tried to go inside again, it became clear that there was no way that I could go into the main part of the house with the spray in the air. The Runner remembered that he had an industrial respirator in the basement and retrieved it. He was able to go into the house with the respirator on. He opened all the doors and windows and ran powerful fans pointing outdoors.
The dogs remained fine because the bedroom was completely sealed off from the spray.
Finally, given my asthma and extreme reaction to the spray, the Runner told me "to go away and do something fun for a long time". So, I did. I took my snowbike up high, riding it in mountains over 10,000', and enjoying panoramic views. I particularly loved looking *down* onto the local ski area.
This morning, when we first woke up, the air in the house seemed much better. K and I headed out for our usual bike ride on the trails. She did her yoga in the rising sun.
After I dropped K off at home (and didn't explode any pepper spray canisters while I was there), I headed out into the amazing spring day. I could see storm clouds gathering on every horizon but I was riding under a blue hole in the sky. It seemed like my lucky day.
I saw a dried Sulfur flower from last summer that glowed orange in the toasty sun. When I really notice the details of the golden/brown meadows, I realize that there's beauty hidden in them even now, in the midst of winter.
As I rode, the blue hole over me became enshrouded in storm clouds. I ended up riding home in a snow squall that pelted icy snow at me as I rode as fast as I could. It's March in the Rocky Mountains. One minute it seems like a lamb and the next minute it seems like a lion!
Due to a physical therapy appointment for treatment for my ailing spine, the Duo and I missed our sunset hike but the skies at sunset were gorgeous last night.
Just to give you a giggle, you might want to know that I'm wearing that crazy-looking respirator to write this post on my laptop computer! My asthma-addled lungs do not like the residual pepper spray in the air. I wonder how long this will go on?