No, I Have Not Been Eaten By A Bear

But, after six fruitless trips up here to Juneau, I have finally managed to see one in the wild.

I went with A and E out to see a friend at what is called a Salmon Bake. It is basically something they set up for the tourists who come in on the cruise ships. They bus them out into the woods where a number of large grills are set up. Everyone pays an exhorbitant fee to sit outside, eat salmon and other foods, and listen to my friend Betsy sing funny tunes.

We had gone out on an invitation from Betsy. She was able to get us in for free, and we were hanging out and eating when Betsy exclaimed "Oh, I almost forgot. There is a bear here."

We moved over a bit to observe a very large black bear, nestled in a tree taking a nap. He moved several times, trying to find a more comfortable position. He was adorable, in that whole large animal capable of ripping your head off with one swipe of his paw sort of a way.

There are other tales, but they will have to wait.