“The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” – G. K. Chesterton

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Yosemite

I'm working on my updates using Word on my computer, so yes, I am catching up. I just happen to have my phone and some wifi right now.

We're in Yosemite and it's our second full day. This place IS bear country. Yesterday I went to the car to plug my computer into our power box to charge it when I saw a note on the windshield. I first looked around to see if anyone else had one, nope. The note stated we had bear damage. I threw my bike to the ground and did a lap around the Jeep. The canvas soft top back passenger side corner had been clawed through and Tika's blanket and a poster was ripped out. No food value in a blanket, so we assumed he had a sniff and left. Tika's going to be so mad some other animal touched her blanket!

We were a parked in a high bear damage zone and near the garbage cans. Bears are smart. They must recognize certain vehicles and understand they are easy to get into. The soft topped Jeep is like comparing a potato chip bag with a tin can. Which do you think he'll try for?

It's been a long winter here and many of the bears haven't been awake long, so they're hungry! While we were unpacking our camp, boom, a bear behind the tent across from us. By the way, were not sleeping in our nylon tent, we're in a canvas tent camp with wooden frames and locks. We still can't store anything inside so our bear boxes are our saviors.

Last night, a new couple were moving in across the way and I was hunting in our box. The new guy started saying, "BEAR! BEAR!" I though he was messing with his wife, and so was she. Well, when I turned around to look, there was a bear - 10 feet away. Bill gave me hell for running inside instead of joining the bear force. Yeah, you go right ahead and yell at the bear. I'll be inside.

We were dying to see a bear up close in Yellowstone, and now we see them every evening. Be careful what you wish for.

Oh, and for those wondering about Tika, she's at a kennel in Mariposa.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

No comments:

Post a Comment