By now, you all probably think I have an unusual penchant for finding myself in bizarre and moderately hazardous situations. Which is mostly true. But in Alaska where bears wander around and there is literally no one to hear you scream, lots of people get into strange types of trouble.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine was walking home from the bar late at night. To get to our housing, you have to stroll down the highway, and since it never gets dark, you don’t really think too much of it. You can see cars, cars can see you, it’s a pretty safe deal.
He was nearing home when a mother moose with her little baby ran out of the trees and started sprinting up the highway at him. For those of you who don’t know, a mother moose is far more dangerous than a bear. She will chase you and stomp you to death. So, my friend ran for it, heading to higher ground as quickly as he could. For some odd reason he was screaming “I’m sorry!” He doesn’t know why he did that, only that it seemed appropriate at the time.
Mama moose and her baby ran right by, and my friend lived to run away another day. But this goes to show that no matter how normal your activity, adventure can find you.