Alaska’s Wildlife


Let me begin by correcting my previous blog, Alaska’s Mountains. We did not drive 200 miles during our 25 days of exploration. We  drove 2000 miles because we wanted to truly see much of the state up close and wanted to check out some off-the-beaten-path places.Sitting in my wheelchair in Anchorage’s Kincaid Park, we stopped and took these up close and personal pictures of this munching moose.

An elderly biker came by and gave us a reproachful warning that messing with moose could prove messy for us! Having been warned, we didn’t get as close in future moose encounters, but we did see 14 different moose while we drove through the state.















While at an outdoor market in Anchorage, Dave tried the moose look, but Bill and Jeanne Beans, did not think it made a great fashion statement! I heaved a sigh of relief when he didn’t buy this hat!


















At Denali National Park we took the 13+ hour-bus ride all 92 miles into the park. One reward? This grizzly bear had stopped to lunch on bluebells. These huge animals eat flowers, but no one wanted to get off the bus to see if Mr. Grizzly had an appetite for people too!

Grizzly in Denali















Having eaten his fill, this huge mammal ignored our bus and lumbered off into the woods. Seeing such creatures so close, free on their home turf  instead caged at a zoo seemed surreal for me. Not in a zoo, not a photographic trick for a  Hollywood film, but roaming contentedly in Denali’s thousands of acres!

















And in a preserve that cares for injured animals that cannot survive back in the wild, we got to see a familiar sight to Dave and me, a black bear. Living in the mountains of Maryland, black bears frequently roam into our yard marauding for bird seed and destroying Dave’s six bird feeders. As a reminder of home, we snapped a picture of this fellow, quietly healing at the preserve.

















Jeanne had come to Alaska with the phrase “Expect God’s favor,” in her mind. A mutual friend of ours, Vanessa Carter, shared that with Jeanne.  I kept thinking “Expect God’s presence.” Both came to fruition.

As we drove the 92 miles back out of Denali, I remembered and sang softly, this verse from “How Great Thou Art.”

“When through the woods, and forest glades I wander/ And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees./ When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur/ and see the brook and feel the gentle breeze./ Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee/ How great Thou art, How great Thou art./ Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,/ How great Thou art, How great Thou art.”


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