One of the main reasons to visit the park is to see wildlife. But like life in general, there are no guarantees, and visual pickings were slim during a brief recent visit.  

There were lots of ravens. They have a well-justified appreciation for the messiness of humans. As a result, they have a special relationship with pickup trucks, fondly known to ravens as Food Trucks. As for the rest, there was a shy and distant moose, an indifferent recumbent caribou, some very distant caribou on a ridge, and several groups of sheep barely large enough to see unaided. No bears, no wolves, no foxes.  No owls, not many eagles. Perhaps what might have been a hawk.

Just because they weren't visible doesn't mean they weren't out there. But someone facing a sweep of sub-arctic brush fifteen miles wide and ten miles deep could spend many hours scanning with binoculars, hoping something might pop up from behind brushy vegetation. 

The bottom line: better luck next time. 

Ravens and pickup trucks: a match made in heaven.

Indifferent caribou by a braided stream

Three caribou are silhouetted on a very distant ridge (the tiny bumps not far down the left-most ridge); they were effectively invisible until they showed up in an enlargement of the big monitor. If they hadn't been silhouetted, they would not have been noticed.

The three caribou, enlarged.

Tiny white dots in the lower center: sheep.

Sheep enlarged.

Shy moose.  It browsed intently and never raised its head. As seen through long lens, and cropped.

Greatly enlarged, a big leathery ear shows above the brush.