My relationship with wildlife is 2% enchantment, 98% terror. The prospect of running across a moose, beaver or whale while in Alaska is not personally thrilling, not to even consider bears. We went for our first hike today along Montana Creek outside Willow, armed with bear mace and my low-grade panic.
It helps to focus on the wildflowers, and there are plenty! This is miniature dogwood, with flowers about the size of a silver dollar that grow low to the ground.