One of my favorite parts of the weekend occurred when we were driving from the campsite to a trail (which ended up being all uphill). We turned a corner on a windy road and BAM a Black Bear was right smack in front of us. I stared in shock with my mouth open and said HOLY CRAP it's a bear and started scurrying around for the camera and he was gone. I completely FAILED at getting a picture. How terrible is that?
Apparently there are around 1,500 bears in the park and as many times as we have been up there we have never spotted one. I'm glad I finally got to see one though. It's truly amazing to see that kind of wildlife in their own habitat. Although, I have to say, I was quite scared for the rest of our stay.
It seems as though we picked to stay during prime bear season. There were hunters staying in our campgrounds (we were on the edge of the national park) and signs everywhere such as this one...
We also saw bear tracks on the trails we hiked...
And my wonderful husband decided to throw a hot dog into the woods beside our tent....thanks for trying to attract them honey.
(photo from http://www.nps.gov/)
But we made it out alive and with a memory we will never forget!