Of Life and Times

We just left the cabin in Wapiti, Wyoming where we spent a week visiting grandchildren and family. When Elaine booked the place she was told to be sure to buy a can of bear spray for protection against the grizzlies in the area. For a week we took walks up and down the road, scanning for any sign of wildlife. We did see several mule deer and a couple of squirrels, but that was it.

When it was time to leave the cabin we were talking to the cleaning lady about how disappointed I was that I didn't get to see one bear while in the cabin. She told me to count myself lucky that I did not. She told us of a couple that had been doing research on bears in the area who had not been able to spot one either. Earlier that week the wife was going to take a nap at home so the husband said he would do some reconnoitering to see if he could spot one they could observe together. He would be back at such and such a time. When he did not return at the appointed time she became worried and called the police. They started the search. Two days later they found his mauled body in the ravine. The cleaning lady told us that they would not let her see the body to identify it because it was mauled beyond recognition.

Okay, so maybe I did not really need to see a bear in the woods.