Just as I sat to eat my lunch in the garden I heard crunching and crashing in the bushes – a sure sign of a local bear. So I grabbed my camera from the house and came back out. This little black bear (probably on his own for the first time this summer) walked around the garden for the next half hour or so, munching on the berries. At one point he started walking straight towards me and was less than 10 feet away: time to retreat into the house! I took a photo of him through the window and screen as he sniffed at my laundry drying on the patio.
What an experience! It doesn’t matter how many time I’ve seen bears I’m still in awe of them, and amazed at just how close to them we are, living here in Whistler.