We cruise mostly on Holland America Cruise Lines. Near the end of their Alaskan cruises they feature a desert called “The Running Of the Moose” which entails all the waiters running into the dining room carrying a platter of Baked Alaska with sparklers sputtering away. This moose definitely wasn’t a desert but a very frightened female trying to figure out how to get away from “civilization” and back to her habitat. She eventually made her way across the street and into the fields behind the houses in the right and promptly disappeared.
Good Shot! I’ll send you one of a baby mule, born to a quarter horse mother and a donkey father. Cute little critter when they are small. I’m glad your moose made it out of town safely.
DCS