Month: November 2019
I heard there’s a gingerbread house around here
Squeaked in another day in the high siskiyou
Things today went not quite to plan… in other words, perfect
I found where all the bears live. Deep in a secluded gulch, the game trails are well worn from their heavy paws as they travel between wallows.
Shortly after finding this lost lunch box, the largest cinnamon bear I’ve seen to date sauntered up a nearby slope. Made me reflect on what maybe happened at lunch on that day… 🐻 🍖 🤷🏻♂️