Backyard Bear

I (Joel) was feeling a little silly as we ate our picnic supper on the trail. The homemade buns, cheese and apples were great. But it was the broasted chicken, still warm from the grocery store, that worried me. The berries are gone but the bears are a long way off from hibernating yet, and still hungry. So we practiced our bear-scare roars on the hike out. That was a lot of fun and we didn't see anyone more interested in our chicken than us.

An hour later we were in town roasting those giant marshmallows over the fire with the H's and Danielle in Danielle's backyard. John got up to check on Joshua, Boston, Rachel and Trinity who were running around the garage where we couldn't see them. Instead of the kids he saw a bear! I ran over and saw that it was a small black bear so I got the kids to come see it and practice their roaring. But we decided to not try to scare it in case it went out on the road. The officer who answered the phone at the sheriff's dept said that there was actually a mother and cub in town. He also said that the conservation officer would rather not shoot it so they are letting it roam around. Happy Labor Day weekend tourists!