Do Not Feed the Bears

He's Waiting for You on the Alaska Highway

Hey Bear!

WELCOME SPRING

The beautiful new green shoots along the Alaska Highway are an attractive nuisance—at least to us tourist types. In reality, this is the fresh salad that the bears are craving. Yesterday we saw about eight black bears, two grizzlies, and another eight or ten giant woodland bison. Oh, yeah, and a couple of caribou. Everybody’s up and moving, and there’s little traffic on the road. Basically, unless you honk or make other obnoxious people noises, they don’t care if you’re there—over there, in your metal shell. So yeah, we always stay in the vehicle to take the pictures, and give them the right of way.

There are exceptions, of course. We came over the rise of one hill and saw two Stone Sheep frozen in place, wondering which direction to run, because a young guy was approaching them on foot. He had a guitar across his back. Had he been serenading? Performing a musical experiment? Bottom line, he had no business harassing the wildlife. I took his picture for later…we’ll see if it shows up in the next edition of the book.
A nice soak yesterday at Liard Hotsprings—a must for any time of year. But this is a holiday weekend in Canada. Monday is Victoria Day, and while a dear young Canadian mother at the hot springs couldn’t tell me what the country does to honor Victoria, she told me people do make family camping an emphasis. (She also sweetly suggested that maybe Victoria Day was when they named Victoria the capitol?) 
OK, we’re off to Whitehorse, Yukon, and places beyond today…after I do the dishes.
Just remember, never feed the bears. Particularly, never feed them a peanut butter sandwich, as it tends to stick to the roof of the mouth, and really makes them mad.
NO PB&J!

NO PB&J!

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