Guests in the land of the black bear.
A few pics from an easy overnight with Michael, wandering cross country and exploring some ridgelines we’d never climbed. Getting the lay of the land, learning the canyons and slopes. Bear sign everywhere. We were about to set camp on a ridge when we realized it was a bear superhighway. And of course I brought a salmon salad for dinner and forgot line to hang a bear bag. I was a little restless that night, expecting to hear my food get pulled out of a tree at any moment. I heard them in the darkness but they left us and our food alone.
Golden fall light, long shadows, everything warming in tone and preparing to die back.
I can’t wait for snow.