It’s not until you see the sun bleached bones on a grassland plains just outside an airport does the reality really hit home. Shot for just their horn, the Rhino has been and is being shot to extinction with some species already gone and others damn close to it. Ya, we’ve all heard of this but it’s not until you are on the ground in Africa and you see the extent of the slaughter does it really sadden the heart. It was the topic of many a discussion while we were there as we tried to understand just to what end poachers go to get that horn so someone in the East can convince themselves they feel better. This is a post that, truly, I’ve wrestled with for a week, how I was going to approach the subject? It is very complex, from the problem to the solution and after being immersed in it for a week, I truly understand the gravity of the problem but have no grasp of a solution. Education seems to be the one clear avenue of hope. With this simple message, I hope you will take the time to learn about their plight and in that learning, find a way you can make a difference. I might be home writing this right now, but I find comfort that even if I were to never get back to Africa, to know critters like the Rhino roam free in their world as they always have. A wild heritage that must be preserved for future generations.