Moose Camp

The refrain of the contemporary hymn His Goodness echos in my thoughts testifying that, despite myself,  “His Goodness continues to run after me” . . . what an amazing omnipotent, all loving, all forgiving God is ours!

 This past weekend I was blessed to spend some long overdue catch-up time with my special friend Daryl and his wife who live and have a 5* resort on the boundary of Denali National Park, one of creation’s spectacular gems.

An early September snowstorm brought a touch of nostalgia on the 5-hour drive North, evoking memories we shared together years ago . . . if only there were a way to turn back time and ‘do-over’ happy adventures we shared together decades ago.

One such adventure was roaming the wilderness searching for Bullwinkle during moose season. We never found him, fortuitous for Bullwinkle, and a subtle blessing for us . . . it’s been said there are two ways to ascertain who your true friends are . . .  when you have to move a grand piano, and when you have to pack out a moose – they’re HUGE! 😊

It’s moose season in Denali Borough and finds Daryl still on a quest for his first Bullwinkle to harvest and spare from surviving another Last Frontier sub-zero winter . . . perfect timing for us to renew a past adventure. Daryl has upgraded his Bullwinkle pursuit and built a moose camp far back in the wilderness miles off the road . . . off went in his ATV!

Perhaps Bullwinkle sent up a drone and saw us coming, but after hours of glassing snow-covered valleys and mountains and hiking, we never caught a glimpse of him or any of his harem’s girlfriends. The only wildlife we encountered were a few squawking ravens and flocks of Sandhill cranes high overhead headed South for the winter.

The score now stands Bullwinkle 25 😊/Daryl 0 ☹. However, reminiscing past times spent together in the Last Frontier was priceless! For those of you who for some strange reason may have never been to Moose Camp😊, here’s a few pics of our day where Bullwinkle calls his digs  . . . and I suspect angels go on sabbatical,

Before leaving Sunday after attending church with Daryl’s family, two friendly parishioners unintentionally reminded me of the delusional reality of my age reciprocal assessment when they politely inquired, “Are your Daryl’s father?”  . . .  82 is 82, not 28 Freddy 😊 . . . Dang it!

Thankfully I’ve read life’s last chapter and am assured my final day on Terra-firma down here will be my first day forever up there . . . but I still hoping to die young at a ripe old age 😊

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2!

Keep Looking Up ^ . . . His Best is Yet to Come!

“There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother” – Proverbs 18:24

Daryl and his ATV

Ole Freddy

Looking for Bullwinkle

Sandhill Cranes migrating South

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