"Moose!" I shouted out of nowhere on the drive back to the cabin. 

"What?! Where?!" Troy shouted back, slamming on the brakes. 

"There!" I pointed out the car window, "In the willows below. A whole bunch of 'em!"

"Pull over!" Quinn demanded, "I've never seen a moose before! I wanna see one!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying." Troy stuttered as we drove around another bend, "Here!"

We pulled over behind another convoy of tourists, all of whom had pulled over to witness this massive gathering of moose in the willow bog below the road. Then, all four of us (myself, Troy, Quinn, and Uncle Wade), poured out of the sedan, jogged across the road, and stood at the edge of the bluff overlooking the willow bog. 

The moose were pretty far away (I estimated a couple hundred yards). But because of how huge they were, we could easily tell what they were up to. The closest moose to us was a young bull. His antlers were still very small and full of velvet, and he had almost completely lost his winter coat, though clumps still stuck to him. For most of the time I saw him, he was busy chewing away at the flame willows, twitching his ear every now and then. About fifty yards behind him, I spotted two cows, standing side-by-side with their heads low into the willows. Glancing to my left, about four-hundred yards away, I saw the body of the moose that I'd initially seen. But, it was too far to tell the sex. 

Still, much like my family and everyone else who'd pulled over, I was in awe of the moose. I've seen wild moose many times before, but not so many at once in flaming bog of willowbrush. I remember counting at least five of them, though there were likely more hidden among the flame willows. 

Then, just as we turned to leave, a laughing screech came from above. We all stopped in our tracks and searched the skies for the source. Not far above us, against the blue and grey skies, two Bald Eagles glided overhead. Their appearance was brief, as they swiftly disappeared into the forested mountain across the willows from us. But, once again, I sensed my grandparents' presence. I felt their protective love. 

Once again, I found myself in a state of prayer, asking God where my grandparents were, and where was He? But, this time, in a much more positive way than I'd asked the night before.