Afternoon Bear Fare

Yesterday, as we were driving the truck back up the mountain from town, my mother-in-law grabbed my hand and motioned wildly out the window with a gasp. There he was, the renegade driveway-pooper -- an enormous black bear. For all his fatness, he turned tail and sprinted downhill away from us at an impressive speed. He could have been a golden retriever for as fast as he got down that switchback. We were about a tenth of a mile from the house.

I knew before that a person can't outrun a bear. Now I know firsthand.

Postscript to the other grandparents: Stop worrying already. He's well supervised.