Oh, my FREAKING heck!
Are you KIDDING me??
My friend Ingrid had told me about this coffee shop in Homer - Latitude 59 - which we never found.
But one wrong turn in search of said coffee shop instead put us right next to a mama moose and her two babies.
"Stayinthecar, stayinthecar, stayinthecar, Sarah. Do. NOT. Get. Out. Of the car."
I think Jessi was worried I'd hop out and hug the moose for being there.
*****
I had spent nearly a week in supposedly moose-infested country without seeing a single moose.
(The two in the pen at the reindeer farm don't count for two reasons: 1 - They're in captivity, and their being sighted by me was involuntary; and 2 - they ignored me as completely as they could)
I had decided that moose in Alaska were mythical creatures, and all the stories I'd heard about them were part of a giant conspiracy to tick me off (I think pretty highly of myself sometimes). I was settling moose into the same make-believe category as Yetti, Sasquatch and Prince Charming.
So Thursday, on the drive down to Homer, Jessi (who despises moose so completely that human language fails to be able to express it) was determined to find me a moose.
Nearly four hours on the road and a failed non-hike into a bog (no bug spray with us), not a single moose.
I was pretty bummed out about it, and I guess it showed on my face.
Jessi started laughing. Hysterically.
"What?" I said. "WHAT?!? You saw one, didn't you??"
"No," she said. "You're just so upset. I wish you could see the pout you just had on your face. You're so - Oh! There's one!"
I thought she was kidding.
I looked out the window. "Yeah, ri - IIIIIIGHT!" (that last part was me shrieking my fool head off)
There was the ginormousest moos munching on a tree right by the road.
He was the first of eight moose I saw in Alaska. Finally.
In line after that initial sighting, though, this mama and her kiddos were the most exciting encounter. She wasn't fazed at all by our being there, me about to bounce out of my seatbelt with excitement and Jessi praying that the mama gene wouldn't suddenly kick in and cause her to charge the car.
She didn't, and my giddiness was complete. I probably didn't stop grinning the whole trip back to Anchorage.
My friend Ingrid had told me about this coffee shop in Homer - Latitude 59 - which we never found.
But one wrong turn in search of said coffee shop instead put us right next to a mama moose and her two babies.
"Stayinthecar, stayinthecar, stayinthecar, Sarah. Do. NOT. Get. Out. Of the car."
I think Jessi was worried I'd hop out and hug the moose for being there.
*****
I had spent nearly a week in supposedly moose-infested country without seeing a single moose.
(The two in the pen at the reindeer farm don't count for two reasons: 1 - They're in captivity, and their being sighted by me was involuntary; and 2 - they ignored me as completely as they could)
I had decided that moose in Alaska were mythical creatures, and all the stories I'd heard about them were part of a giant conspiracy to tick me off (I think pretty highly of myself sometimes). I was settling moose into the same make-believe category as Yetti, Sasquatch and Prince Charming.
So Thursday, on the drive down to Homer, Jessi (who despises moose so completely that human language fails to be able to express it) was determined to find me a moose.
Nearly four hours on the road and a failed non-hike into a bog (no bug spray with us), not a single moose.
I was pretty bummed out about it, and I guess it showed on my face.
Jessi started laughing. Hysterically.
"What?" I said. "WHAT?!? You saw one, didn't you??"
"No," she said. "You're just so upset. I wish you could see the pout you just had on your face. You're so - Oh! There's one!"
I thought she was kidding.
I looked out the window. "Yeah, ri - IIIIIIGHT!" (that last part was me shrieking my fool head off)
There was the ginormousest moos munching on a tree right by the road.
He was the first of eight moose I saw in Alaska. Finally.
In line after that initial sighting, though, this mama and her kiddos were the most exciting encounter. She wasn't fazed at all by our being there, me about to bounce out of my seatbelt with excitement and Jessi praying that the mama gene wouldn't suddenly kick in and cause her to charge the car.
She didn't, and my giddiness was complete. I probably didn't stop grinning the whole trip back to Anchorage.
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