Mama Moose and her baby Nome 2009

We saw a grizzly and got a picture from some distance away; a very safe distance.  Seems the Grizzly was stalking a moose and her baby.  It was sad for me to think of the poor baby, but such is nature.  We were chased by some strange bird on our four-wheelers.  I think we must have been close to her nest.  We went through streams and mud sliding sideways almost getting stuck several times. We went about 9 miles up in the mountains over trails that would make any extreme four-wheeler drool.   I thought George was for sure going to throw me off.  It was quite a work out trying to stay on board.  We came across the moose and her baby and got a good picture of them.  If you look close you can see the tips of the baby’s ears.  She apparently had 2 babies and now it looked as if she only had one.  George didn’t find a need to bring a gun to the wilds of Alaska because as he put it, “we’ll be fine.”  I think he has changed his tune over the past few years.  If you know George, that’s his typical answer for everything.  We were told bears could run 35 miles per hour for 7 miles.  Joke around camp was, you didn’t have to outrun the bear, just whoever you were with.  Since George is about 6’6” this statement was true…for him.