Moose and Grizzly
Michael had carried a heavy, real, cheese which when pieced together with salted crackers made a wonderful lunch. As we sat on an embankment he suddenly jumped up shouting, ìDid you hear that too? It sounds like a big Moose is down on the river bank. But I am not going down there to investigateî. That promptly ends our impromptu luncheon and we decide, wisely I think, to head back to our camp site.
I may have noticed it first. Not long after I see the large grizzly sniffing its way along the frozen river bank. We both freeze just in case the large predator has already sniffed our scent. Fortunately he seems to be more interested in scouring for ground squirrels and meanders slowly up a steep slope on the other side of the river. Relieved we head back to camp and enjoy another cup of freshly brew coffee even though the gas for our mini stove is running low.