I made
myself scarce, got the attention of Windy, and motioned for her to come to me.
Gorgeous Green Lake Outside of Whistler
Photo by Paul Williams
Finding
the ability to sleep for three more hours, it was a thunder crash waking us
that day.
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Photo by Harlan Kredit
Beware! Bear! Continued,
Upon
further inspection, I could not believe my eyes! It was a big impression in the
river mud. I followed the paw print, leading me to another, and another, and
another! Then, voila! The bear den! It was right there. No more than 100 yards
from our tent. We had camped right near the bear den! No wonder we couldn't see
where the bear went.
I made
myself scarce, got the attention of Windy, and motioned for her to come to me. I pointed toward the den. She
knew right away what I had found. We chuckled and went to break down our camp.
“My boyfriend is going to be so mad at you when I tell him about this!” she
professed, wagging her head while snickering.
“What?
Why is this my fault?”
“Because
stuff like this doesn't happen to me when I'm not around you. And he would
totally know it wasn't my idea to camp here after seeing a bear!”
“But
it was your idea,” I chattered, “and I agreed.”
“Yeah.
But he'll still blame you,” she smiled victoriously.
We had
one more night to camp. Finding shelter well before dark, we pitched our tent
on a mountain ledge. One step too far to the left and off we would go. That
night, before I made that last step Windy did the impossible. She woke in her
sleep. “Don't step left,” she said with a yawn.
I was
just about to do that. I didn't admit it right there. “Lightning is coming from
over the mountains. There's going to be a storm,” I said in observation.
“How
far away is it?”
How
could I know for sure? “About three hours.”
Finding
the ability to sleep for three more hours, it was a thunder crash waking us
that day. Without much of a word, once it struck we were up. In five minutes
the tent was down and we were sitting in the car just as the rain came.
“Now
what do you want to do?” she asked, still sleepy from the events of the trip.
“Go
home,” I sighed, satisfied with all we had seen and done.
Written by Jori Sams
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