M. got up before me this morning and walked out to the cabin's kitchen to look for wildlife out the windows. By the tone of his voice when he called for me to come, I knew he was looking at something big. I flew out of bed, wild-eyed and wild-haired, to see what he saw. It was the biggest black bear I've ever seen in the wild. He was standing against a telephone pole down the road rubbing his back against it. By the time I ran for the camera, he had lumbered down the road and crossed the rail trail into the woods. We watched for a bit through the trees as he did some more scratching on a guide wire then disappeared. What a sight.
Marty had me take a photo of him reaching his arm up to the place on the pole where the bear came to standing up. The bear was at least 7 feet tall.
After all the excitement, we made tea and coffee and sat down to breakfast. And what a breakfast. The big one is called a Peanut Butter Bombe and the little one a Peanut Butter Dittie. We bought them yesterday at a little bakery we frequent when in the area. Rosencrans' Bakery in Montoursville reminds me of Sweet Stuff Bakery in Jan Karon's Mitford books. Just opening the door is a treat as you are greeted by a wave of cinnamony-smelling goodness. With homemade bread, English tea biscuits, giant cookies, fruity danishes and the like, it's a very good thing that I don't live near the bakery. I'd be as round as that bear.
2 comments:
I wouldn't like to meet that bear on the trail, but how fun to observe from the window!
I would have been screaming like a baby if I had seen that big bear!!
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