We spotted our first bear yesterday evening. I can’t say for sure whether it was a grizzly or a brown bear, but I’m sure it wasn’t a black bear.
We were riding North along the western shore of Windermere Lake, through a place called “Grizzly Ridge”. The bear was young, probably an adolescent. It was sitting down behind a barbed wire fence a few feet off the road. Turning quickly, it bolted into a thicket and disappeared.
The sun was setting and we still had a dozen or so miles to go. We scanned the darkening roadside carefully and rode on, probably a little bit faster than before.