This morning I stumbled out of the tent, fed Tango, and started my coffee. A man from a campsite across the road walked over. “Did you see the moose in your campsite this morning?”  Of course I didn’t because I sleep like a log and, apparently, so does Tango. He never barked.

I could only muster up an “OMG” while he told me about a female and her calf wandering through and showed me the photos he snapped. The mama and baby stopped at the firepit and sniffed around, then walked on. I asked him to email the photos, which you can see below. The moose is between my car and screen house. 

I feel a moose jinx going on. First, the charge a few days ago. Now, of the hundreds of campsites, the mama moose and baby had to walk through mine. When I reported the charge I was reminded about how moose have their “bubble” of personal space and they don’t want anyone inside that bubble. Well, what about my bubble of personal space? This gal sure invaded it.

What to do? Nothing really except to be vigilant. My friend Vickie is in Anchorage at the moment, at the AFB Family Camp, and she also had a moose walk through. Moose are abundant in Alaska, they walk around eating the greenery but are not much of a threat to humans. Still, they are a hazard, and I don’t like them.

But what can I do? I could leave but the next place will have moose too. Besides, on this adventure, there is no room for letting animals run me off. A bear is a different story, but then the campground would be closed if a bear wandered around like this. Maybe I just need to send out an appeal:

Moose of Alaska, leave me alone!