Somewhere just beyond the parking lot, a wolf started howling and my brain immediately went quiet. The kind of quiet where you stop checking your phone and just stand there like, oh… this is happening.
This is Illinois, after all. My normal reference point here is traffic and lawnmowers, not a full-body reminder that wild animals are very real and very vocal.
Big Run Wolf Ranch doesn’t feel like a show or an attraction. It feels more like you’ve wandered into someone else’s serious, slightly chaotic passion project, one built around respect, routine, and animals that do things on their own schedule…