Ignorance is certainly bliss,
sometimes. If I hadn't seen the tracks, there was a good chance that we would
have never seen a bear, and we would have enjoyed our lunch in the snowy Bowl.
But knowing that a brown bear had been here, and could still be around, made
the decision to turn around easy.
We enjoyed lunch in a
different spot today, and will have many opportunities to return this summer to
dine in the Bowl. It was a thrill and an honor to see those giant tracks in the
snow, evidence of a mighty and mysterious wild spirit, going about its business
on a beautiful day.
After descending the
mountain, we headed to Fourth of July Beach on the east side of the bay. The
south wind blew 18-20 mph with gusts to 25, accompanied by roiling green surf.
The waves slammed into the battered boat basin breakwater, sending spumes of
saltwater high into the air. Then the waves ricocheted off the breakwater into
the oncoming waves, creating turmoil of intersecting white-capped waves that
subsequently crashed onto the beach. What an impressive sight!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Events Reporter
PS A brown bear was observed from town with binoculars about noon, racing from near the Race Trail all the way across the mountain where it disappeared into the alders right where we were headed. Hikers about halfway up the Race Trail may have scared it off. I found the tracks not more than 30 minutes later. Fresh! And no cub.
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Events Reporter
PS A brown bear was observed from town with binoculars about noon, racing from near the Race Trail all the way across the mountain where it disappeared into the alders right where we were headed. Hikers about halfway up the Race Trail may have scared it off. I found the tracks not more than 30 minutes later. Fresh! And no cub.
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