Anchorage, Alaska: Hiking the Flattop Mountain
After a feast of barbeque pork and chicken, grilled salmon belly and seafood, we decided to go for a walk. As I stepped on the trail, I was captivated by a serene landscape. Streaks of light passed through the bare branches of birch and spruce trees and streamed down onto a carpet of lush green moss. In the distance, the snow-capped mountains melded into the horizon. Birds shrieked from the bare branches of trees; a bird called from a treetop like a nature ticking clock. Shortly after walking, we spotted a moose. I had a mixed feeling of excitement at seeing one of the shy creatures, and at the same time, I was afraid of the possibility of being attacked by it. We stopped occasionally to admire the crystal-clear water from a gurgling river. My sister scooped up the water with her hands and pretended to drink. And like an ethereal muse rising from the water, she tossed the water into the air. The following day, I decided to up the ante and hike the Fl...