This morning, the land drained by Campbell Creek offers neither drama nor solitude. I don’t see anyone else but hear the cars of Anchorage on their morning commute. There are brown moose in bears in these woods. Either of the oversized critters could be just out of my sight as I stand on a bridge across the creek. But in my view shed of green undergrowth, paper white birch trunks, and clear water, only two red figures stand out—salmon in spawning colors. I wait, camera on automatic setting, for a bear to break after the 15-pound fish from the cover of creek side grass. But the bears are probably down stream where the water is too shallow to cover the salmon’s upper bodies.