The first year we drove to Alaska we saw one, ONE grizzly bear. Last year we saw a few bears and moose. This year it seemed as though the wildlife knew there was a virus and they were suddenly free to be. Seventeen bears! We watched two ducks, a Mallard and white domestic duck, holding hands waddling down a hillside in the rain. Apparently, they were running away together to some distant land. Porcupines hobbled up and down berms writing notes with mud ink with their long quills about how slow traffic is for this time of year. One white stone sheep licked salt from the double yellow lines thinking that perhaps he shouldn’t cross to the other side for there was nothing to see. Moose galloped across the black bumpy sea of asphalt as if in a race for a finish line. Mr. Lynx sat like a regal rabbit statue only twitching his ears and turning his head from left to right to count vehicles as they passed by. Roadside elk threw snowballs at each other while bouncing from one side of the road to the other. A momma bear grazed with her triplets looking up now and then to make sure no one was offering them bowls of porridge. One crazy beaver with buck teeth stood by the roadside waiting for the local bus to take him to another lodge. It even seemed he may have had his thumb out because he wanted to hitch with us.