OUTDOORSCapital City Weekly A couple of summers ago I was on a run up the Lost Lake trail outside of Dyea, a former port town during the Klondike Gold Rush, at the base of the Chilkoot Trail. It was late June. On a steep, heavily forested section of the trail my running partner and I startled a mother grouse, whose brood of new chicks was waddling several feet off the trail. Having had a previous scary encounter with a new mother grouse, that included the hen flying into my friend's head, he picked up a large dead stick. As we advanced along the trail, the grouse flew up wildly at us, squawking at our heads, her talons initiating a quick retreat down trail.