So there have been several instances where I have seen evidence of “the bear” that notoriously roams about our yard…tearing open the trash and distributing it throughout the yard, bending the fence, footsteps in the night…you know, the usual.
But this time I saw him.
Let me lay it out for you. My mom and I just got back from brunch and we drove back up to the cabin so that my mom could get Bailey, our chocolate lab. So I’m sitting in the passenger seat of the car (windows down) with a plate full of meatballs on my lap. Obviously I’m not paying attention and starting aimlessly out the passenger-side window when I hear a small noise on the other side of the car.
The bear is literally 10 feet away sniffing at the air. I froze in place and quickly decided that if I were to try to run to the cabin, I would become dessert. (Not really–I think this bear is friendly, but I don’t want to press my luck). Because of my adrenaline rush, I yell out “BEAR” (I couldn’t think of what else to say), and he looks my way. Then I grab my camera.