To borrow from someone famous (Mark Twain, Ben Franklin, Voltaire, or a number of other famous men, depending upon the source of attribution), I am sorry for the length of this blog entry; I didn't have time to write a short one...
So I went to the Virginia Safari Park on Saturday. My girlfriend, Elizabeth, visited for the weekend, and she’s an animal lover, so a visit to the park was a foregone conclusion.
We took the top off the Jeep and headed down I-81 to the town of Natural Bridge. Two tickets and four buckets of animal food (a must, for any visitor) set us back $34, but the experience was well-worth the cost.
For those of you unfamiliar with the park, visitors have the opportunity to drive up and down the winding dirt roads that traverse the 180-acre park. The animals -- and there were lots -- were free to roam, and most have learned that each car is full of loud, camera-wielding food dispensers. And some of the animals can be quite insistent when it comes to getting food.
Two llamas met us upon entering the park. Elizabeth fed the first; then, the second wanted some food. The two llamas had a simple disagreement that escalated quickly, with the two animals spitting food at each other. As pellets of half-chewed food rained down on my Jeep, I wandered what I had gotten myself into.
There were pot-bellied pigs, ostriches, emus, deer-like creatures of all shapes and sizes, cattle, zebras, giraffes (in a separate pen), camels, and other assorted wildlife (both local and exotic). But the biggest animals on the trails were the bison.
The souvenir warned against feeding the buffalo, but apparently bison aren't avid readers of travel brochures, because they were on the side of the road looking for handouts just like everyone else.
The largest buffalo of all was in the middle of one particular trail, effectively stopping the Jeep in its tracks. He meandered over to my side of the Wrangler and gently stuck his entire, gigantic head into the opening where my window would have been located had I brought it along. And his head would barely fit. I was pretty scared for a moment, particularly in light of the warning in the brochure, but he was a gentle giant, simply looking for some food. I rubbed his soft, matted fur and tried to gently push him out of my vehicle. Then I tried to shove him out of the window with both hands. I finally let off the clutch and started rolling, but my new friend decided to come along. Finally, as I picked up speed, he removed his head, leaving a pool of buffalo slobber on my left arm.
That was probably the highlight of the day, but there were many other animals to be seen and fed, and all were very domesticated and very gentle.
As we approached the exit, we had a small amount of food left in our last bucket, and a camel was on the side of the road. So we pulled to the side, and Elizabeth stuck the bucket out of the window. The camel snatched the bucket and turned the remaining contents up and into his mouth, leaving us with a final memorable moment.
We drove back to the hotel, cleaned the stray food pellets out of the Jeep and washed the animal saliva off our arms. A while later, we went back to Natural Bridge to visit -- what else? -- the famous Natural Bridge. But that's another blog entry...
A few pics along the way (click the thumbnail for a larger image):

- Michael Moon