There’s an old joke we used to tell on Anchorage when I lived in the bush. We’d say that Anchorage was as close as you could get to Alaska without actually being there. The more complaints I read in the paper about the moose and bears we share our world with here, the more I realize that maybe that wasn’t a joke.
I moved to Alaska from the most urbanized part of America – that great megalopolis that starts in Boston and ends in Washington D.C. The only wildlife you see along that corridor are the deer eating on the