The Dumpster and the Bear

July 5th. Dennis is driving through Big Thompson Canyon. I'm in the passenger's seat, doing what I do best. . . checking out the scenery, looking for photo ops . ..


Me: (squealing) Dennis! Pull over! There's a bear on top of that dumpster!

Dennis: Where?

Me: Over there! Pull over so I can get a picture!

Dennis pulls over and I grab my camera out of the bag. I'm very excited, because this is the first bear I've seen in person.

Dennis: Get out and go over there.

Me: Are you crazy? I'm not getting out of the car. I can take pictures from here.

I have great respect for a bear's space.  Especially when the bear is hungry.  

This particular bear did not score a meal, as the owner of the dumpster locked down the top. Which is what any intelligent person does in bear country. The bear, however,  did due diligence. . .

before he finally gave up and left. . .

Friends have been asking me if I'm still blogging on Joyful Altitude. It's no wonder, since I haven't posted since the end of May. Almost all of my time has been spent on our cabin remodel. Even though we're not quite finished, we did move in two weeks ago. My next post will include photos of our new home. Stay tuned.

Nancy

Beary Interesting

House hunting is fun.  Dennis and I have been at it for a couple of months now.  We never know what we're going to find when we tour properties. Like this bear paw print on the gate, for instance.

Mr. Bear didn't manage to get inside the garden, but the resident of the house did tell us that the critter sat on the fence at the back of the house, watching the Estes Park vacationers go by. As I understand it, this is the time of year when the bears come into town looking for food. I guess they must be out of porridge back at the homestead. This morning I posted this photo on Facebook and told my friends I feel like Goldilocks. I wonder if she lived in Estes Park at the time the story was written. Maybe she came from Columbus, Ohio...an ex-city girl like me. At any rate, no matter how tired or hungry I might become, I have no plans to try out the sleeping rooms and cereal at Three Bear's Bed and Breakfast. No siree.