The sign at the trail head suggested that i not go that way. I thought that to be an odd introduction. However, as I trotted along with my father I found that apart from all the bear shit, it was a nice path leading up the valley into the old growth cedar forest.
Yes there was alot of bear shit.
More than I had ever seen before.
Past the trees the trail swung up into the mist. Above which i can only guess was a sub-alpine lake surrounded by little tree things. (trees)
But the dark forced us to turn around and find our way back down through the cedars and blueberry bushes and fields of bear shit.
Then the bear wandered upon us.
well, close enough to make me look at the stick i was holding and wonder what use it might have.
It didnt come to that.
Nor should it.
I would like to think i could fight a bear.
But i also like to think that i could fight a gang of ninjas.
