Aherd of cattle were passing through as I went through the last half mile or so to camp. They were really scattered- not what I’m used to seeing or agreeing with my definition of herd. I mean i saw, which of course is not likely inclusive, cattle here, there and everywhere. Some drinking out of a mud puddle, others mooing and others silent.

Lots of moos. No cow in the Bay Area hills goes on like these guys. Different notes and rhythm too. Some were plain and simple hella bellowing. Maybe that’s the deal: farther apart = more mooing.

I’ve seen many more free range cows than not. The not ones were either in mammoth “ranches” in the Sacramento Valley or in Texas. You’ll know when you’re close by the smell. Places like that helped get us to swear off beef regardless of coming from out or in.

I used to play Serious Sam, a great first person shooter pc game with huge levels. One way to die is getting stampeded or tossed by super sized cows. At least there was a cannonball gun; at one section, a long chute (think like a straight 200’ wide and miles long gorge) had trillions of cows solely focused on running you down. The game actually said, “Let’s go bowling!”

At one point there were a few eating the grass around the bus, not closer than 25’ mind you. Still, I brought in the rue.

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Each night I’ve moved farther from my first and the main road. Tonight I can still see the cars though now they’re inaudible.