Stag PartyMy rental Jeep rode dangerously high into the ice-covered mountains as I struggled in vain to spy the ever-elusive Transylvanian snow wolf. I was told that it was only possible to spot them in the dead of winter, as in the summer they congregated at difficult to reach elevations. I was also told that my four-wheel drive would have no problem along the treacherous slopes. Perhaps I shouldn’t have listened to a travel agent whose English was barely as passable as the roads I now found myself along, but heck, I figured, what could go wrong?
Yeah, yeah, in hindsight maybe I should’ve turned back after I spotted the other three ditched cars and the Do Not Go Any Further signs, but I knew my hiking, hunting, and tracking skills would help me overcome whatever obstacles were thrown my
