Nome is a small town (<4,000) and the edge of town is fairly abrupt. While there are scattered houses byond the "edge of town" they quickly become so scattered as to be nonexistent. In that gray area between the edge of town and the complete disappearance of humans, we found, on several occasions, musk ox. This time of year they look pretty rough as they shed the heavy winter coats for a fresh coat of hair for the summer. I just love that this guy above has his tongue out as he chews planty bits. Reminds me of a cat we once had.
