We went back to the Olympic Game Farm yesterday, this time with Trent. Who insisted on getting bread and feeding the animals. It proved slightly less terrifying than I predicted, but--I am ashamed to admit--I did squeal in fear when a bison stuck his whole enormous head in my window. But that was because he was dripping muddy drool all over me. Ick. Unfortunately, I think Nugget--who was on my lap at the time--now has a serious bison phobia. Oops.
More genuinely terrifying was when Trent let Nugget steer, while we were driving next to a sharp dropoff.