Driving home from Anchorage to Palmer last night...actually on the way in to Anchorage as well... I got tailgated going 70...then 75.  Ya know, you start out at 65 mph and begin realizing that you're the slowest car on the road, so move up to 70 mph and above, but it still doesn't appease those seemingly in a massive hurry to go somewhere.  So you try to get the heck out of their way but they already began roaring past you opting to pass on the right lane. I am at a loss.  I love Alaska and hate the thought of it becoming as dangerous and aggressive as, say, Seattle on I-5, but it feels like that sometimes.

I look for moose on the Glenn scoping both sides as I drive to town.  I am still baffled by how one goes about running into one.  I haven't noted them racing to where they're going like deer in the lower 48 that seem brainless as they leap into the windshield of a car. Hope I don't ever have to find out how people end up hitting one.  Slow down and back the heck off.  Breathe!