11-24-15

Tuesday....

I posted this on Facebook today.  I found an old flashdrive....

I'm remin....remininx...reminiscing over a summer spent with two really great people homeless in tents and kayaks in Alaska. The blurry one has the best story behind it. I put the bear spray in my back pocket (directions said only to use within 25 ft) and grabbed some pans walking toward the bear, as it ran towards me the third time. I remember hearing Tom tell Jessie to take pictures "you should make some money off of this" as he pushed her out into the cove in her kayak. ... I kept banging the pans as the bear kept running towards me. I'm thinking "shouldn't the bear go somewhere?" and "why am I still walking towards this bear so fast?" Apparently grizzly bears can't see that well. I was speaking English as I yelled "hey bear". I guess they go by their sight, and it had to get close enough to see how ugly we were. For some reason Jessie spent the night in her smelly dads tent. I woke up in the morning to something big in the weeds next to my tent.

It wasn't a bear, but I thought for sure it was as I unzipped the tent.  Tents, of course, are like forcefields to 800lb bears.  It was a cow moose and her calf.  They ran off to the water, kicking Toms kayak along the way, and swam away into the cove.

Tom and I being goofy

Stewart BC on Canada Day.  These people know how to have fun

um...yea
 

That little fuzziness on the other side of the cove was a pic of the second time the bear ran at us. The third and fourth times...well, I didn't get a picture ok
 

We used Tom's 4cyl Honda pulling a trailer with 3 kayaks and a bunch of shit up thru BC to get to ?  I can't remember, but we left the car and trailer there for the summer...