The grizzly ambled down the road toward us, a quarter-mile distant, getting closer with every footfall. We watched warily, still shoveling the snowdrift that engulfed the sole interior road within Alaska’s Denali National Park and Preserve. He drew nearer, unhurried, head high. “If he gets to that blind curve, we’ll pack it in,” said Robina Moyer, program manager at Camp Denali, a private lodge on an inholding within the park. A few minutes later, the bear reached the bend, and we retreated to our van. The bruin, not the humans, owned the road.