Yesterday I went for a walk down by King Salmon Creek. It was a just another walk. I took my dog with me and off we went. I did not think the snow was so deep so I did not take my snowshoes. Big mistake but at least my legs got a work out yesterday. We walked to the first stop over looking the river and looked for moose. Some of the cross country skiers were talking about how wonderful the skiing was and how they were seeing so many moose tracks. Nothing at the first lookout.
We trudged to the second overlook and still we did not see a thing. But I was disappointed as it was just good to get out and walk. We were on our way to the third overlook when my dog refused to go any farther and tried to get me to go the other way. I thought she was probably getting tired as she is a small dog with short legs and the snow was deep for her to walk through. So I followed her out of the woods and on to the road.
No sooner had we exited the woods when we heard a growl. A kind of deep, I am going to rip you to shreds kind of growl. We stopped and stared into the woods. I watched to see if anything would run out but I saw nothing. My dog stood stock still and watched. Then we heard it again. This time it seemed closer and I thought it might be best to move on.
A few minutes later we had a snowshoe hare run out in front of us. It is the first one I have seen in the winter coloration. It was pretty cool. Then when we were close to home I heard a high pitch call. My first thought was that it sounded like an elk. But no elk live on the tundra. We climbed to the top of hill and I searched. I heard the call a few times but I could not see anything. I don't think it was a moose as their call is usually deeper but maybe it was a caribou. Who knows. I did not see anything so I will never know. Maybe the animals are as bored as I am and we were all out walking yesterday.
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