So a day or so later, in the evening (remember, don’t be fooled by Alaska’s 4 p.m.-looking 9 p.m.), I saw shoulder-scar moose again….but this time she had her spring calf with her. They were browsing willows near the Riley Creek Campground, and I had a front row seat from my car as she crossed the road, grazed around in the bushes, and headed into a brushy area where the calf nestled down on the ground. The funny part of this story–dang! why didn’t I think to photograph this?–was the small busload of visitors from Japan, who showed up when the cow and calf reached the thicket area by the campground, shot 80 million photos in three minutes with some of the most impressive camera lenses I’ve ever seen, and then boarded their private bus again before I knew what had happened. It felt like the moose paparazzi had flocked, photographed and finished before I even had my elbow stabilized on my car door to snap photos of the calf lying in the brush. And, oh, yes, the calf was so cute. He kept bucking and trying to butt heads with his mother, who was focused on grazing. Finally he just gave up and plopped down in the thicket. I, meanwhile, was in animal-watching bliss.