The Bear

After dinner, Mom and I and Joshua walked down the road to bring the trash to the dumpster. A family in a cabin nearby yelled to us and directed our attention to a bear headed to the same dumpster. Whoa! We sidestepped down to our neighbor's cabin and watched as the bear made it's way back up the road and past another cabin where several people were sitting around their campfire. That is, until they spotted the bear. They scattered at the sight of him and spooked him, sending him running toward our cabins.



"Bear! There's a BEAR!" I yelled to my family, thinking of the boys that had been playing in the creek and hoping that Grace was close to an adult.

Then I spotted Courtney. She was walking through the woods to Mema's cabin and she was right in the bears path! She heard me and the other campers yelling and looked up to see this bear barreling down the hill right at her.

I have never seen her move so fast.

She ran to Mema's cabin, locked the door behind her and crawled up into the top bunk. To add to the trauma of it all, there was no one in the cabin. She was going up to help Mema with the dishes but she was already down at the bathroom (no running water in the cabins) so Courtney was alone until the bear cleared the area and I could go and get her.

So how big was this bear? This big...



Mema missed the whole thing. We all filled her in on the excitement. She was so upset that she didn't get to see it.



She was pretty shook up about it. Well, I sure would be, too. But it didn't keep her down long. She lagged behind on the trails, wasn't afraid to wander over to the other cabin alone, sat at the campfire without being afraid of what was out there in the dark... she's a brave, brave soul.