Since
I am leaving this week for a place that has not seen a bear since the
early 19th century, I leave you with this sequence of photos taken at
one of my favorite scout-camera spots. Note that the photos span several
hours—the bear left, came back, rolled on the ground, left, and came
back. I am still not sure what the attraction was.
1 comment:
You have now answered that question. Now if you could just get a picture of whatever it was on that mountain that night. My neck hair still stands up when I think about it.
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