There is no question – seeing a bear in its own turf is a highlight. Most sightings are like this:
That’s a black bear’s round rear end. What usually happens on a hike is there is a noise, we turn, exclaim, and see the furry backside of an animal very sensibly getting away from us. The presence of two-legged mammals is usually enough to send the four-legged mammals off to quieter places. That is how is should be.
The bear looks brown in the photo and in fact it is. It’s a cinnamon bear. Black bears come in a range of colour and on our walks at our friend’s cabin we saw two cinnamon coloured ones.
Earlier in the day we encountered this lovely lady. We locked gazes a moment, till I foolishly said something along the lines of “wow” under my breath. That’s when we could see this bear realize that yes indeed we were those darned humans, and she sensibly headed for the hills, along with her yearling cub.
You can see her mouth is open a bit – she is trying to smell us and it helps if one’s mouth is open. (I think we humans do that too, but I may be making that up.)
The only reason we got this close is because the wind was coming towards us. (And by close, remember I have a reasonable zoom lens going on here!)
This is such a rich retreat. Walking in the quiet, seeing aspects of the world just going on about its business, whether we are there or not. We get to have a small look into beyond our immediate horizons on a trip like this.
Mission Bells, or Chocolate Lilies they are sometimes called. Scads of them near the cabin.
(I knit but honestly, pictures of knitted socks are pretty dull stacked up against these. Maybe when we get back to town…)