Now Meese are another thing. Driving from Anchorage to Homer and decided to make a detour to Portage Lake - the wind was right and I had a sneaking suspicion. Got to the visitor's center and was excited that my suspicion was correct. The wind had blown all the icebergs to that end of the lake and you could just about not get your feet wet and touch the clear blue - It was like being in an icy fairy tale - sorta like being in the castle in Frozen. Well got out of the Jeep, it was very early and I was the only one in the parking lot and was ogling the bergs when I heard something to my left. Looking over to my right, but only half-heartedly - I was still entranced with the closeup bergs - and I sorta noticed a cute little mini moose. Took two more steps and reality hit me aside the head - if there was a mini moose, there was also a momma moose around - and where was she? Looked to my left and there she was in all her hugeness and I was between her and her little-un. I about dropped my cameras. Luckily she had twins and was attending to the other mini-moose and Lil Mikey was able to slowly and carefully backtrack to the parking lot, clean himself up and get down to the water along a different route.
