I believe I’ve mentioned one or two or 18 times that, at the end of our trip to Uganda last month, we went on a weekend safari. It was the experience of a lifetime.
It turns out that the big prize in a Ugandan safari is the chance to see a lion. They’re hard to spot. Our guide told us that our particular lodge often went two weeks without a lion spotting.
We saw ten.
Our first lion encounter was along the banks of the Nile. A mother and her six young cubs yawned and rested sleepily in the grass, barely noticing us gaping at them a mere 50 feet away.
As we stood there in our safari vans, watching the mother with her babies, I was struck at how universal the motherhood experience is. Even across species, so much of what we do is getting our tribe from point a to point b without anyone forgetting their lunch money or getting sniped by big-game hunters. You know, the usual stuff.
Poor girl. I could totally relate.
(Gorgeous photos courtesy of Keely Scott. Cheesy doctoring courtesy of me.)