A boy of about 10 says nonchalantly, ‘Hey Dad, there’s a bear over there’.
The father turns, as he replies with an obvious disbelief ‘Oh, yeah?’.
The kid points into the trees and the father’s eyes follow. ‘Oh there is a bear!’ the father exclaims.
And that’s how I came to have an unexpected encounter with a wild bear in Yosemite. Tourists were marching around in their hundreds to a nearby waterfall and all but the child had missed the real star of the show.
Yogi was about half grown, and not in the slightest bit interested or distracted by the humans who began to line up to take a look.
He pottered around, pulling at branches and rummaging amongst the undergrowth. I imagine he was hoping for a pic-a-nic basket, but they are a tad out of fashion these days and most don’t linger long enough here in Jellystone, erm Yosemite.
Yellowstone was a natural marvel, and I feel sad to view it for such a short time on the tour. But as California’s 38th Governor once said, I’ll be back.