We spent the past few days in Anchorage, and on Monday we went for a walk in Kincaid, one of the city’s fantastic municipal parks. It was rainy and cool and we enjoyed having the trail all to ourselves, but because moose and bear are commonly seen here, we were also vigilant.
And with good reason: about a half mile in, we spotted a young moose nestled in the foliage, chewing lazily and staring off into the distance as if in contemplation.
It didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned about us, so we continued with the hike.
A few seconds later, however, we came upon a second little one, also bedded in the brush, but it was also indifferent to us.
We looked around for the mother. Mama moose are notoriously aggressive, even deadly, so I mentally reviewed what we’d learned from the park ranger talks at Denali National Park: Zig! Zag! Run! Do everything you can to quickly put distance between yourself and an angry moose.
Fortunately, we didn’t see the mama and therefore didn’t have to put our evasion tactics into practice. It could be that she has a new calf and has kicked these two yearlings to the curb, or maybe she had just wandered off for a spell. No matter; we were constantly looking over our shoulders for the rest of the hike.
As we wrapped up to the walk, I was so enthralled by the experience that I skipped across the parking lot to the car. Baby moose! What a wonderful way to start the day.