Great country to stop and appreciate life.
Forest fire smoke creating a ruby red ball of sun. Note the raven appearing below the sun.
At this location one evening after supper, I was farther down the bay (below bottom of picture) having my bath, wearing only my Crocs™ rubber shoes. I had gone into the water and was all wet and soaped up on shore, just about to rinse off when I heard Steven yell "Dad ... bear!" I walked quickly to Steven standing at the fireplace, in time to see a small Black Bear cub at the far end of the bay on the opposite shore (top left of picture). The wee guy was bawling constantly. The mother was bleating back from the bush at the other side of the bay (top right of picture). The cub jumped into the water and swam remarkably fast across the bay. In the meantime, Steven had got the gun and loaded it, giving it to me while he went back to the bath site to get my clothes. I dressed and walked through the bush to the end of the bay to make sure the bears had moved on. While I had been bathing, the mother had come to camp when Steven yelled for me. Before I had reached Steven, she had retreated to the end of the bay and called her cub. The wind was blowing towards our camp so I think she did not realize we were there. I like when bears avoid me and take off not to be seen again.
