Just down from the golf course, there is a huge open field, its kind of boggy and at the very far corner there is an old run down farm house. Becca called me up yesterday morning and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk to the Chauncey Ridge (which is a deli/convenience mart) and of course, being a bridesmaid in a few months, I should get whipped up for wedding photos.
Now, back to the field.. a few days before I flew back to the Koots, there were two Grizzly mums and four cubs spotted in that very field..So to walk to the Chauncey Ridge we walk up this long hill, and below this hill is a cliff and that very cliff leads to the field. Got it?..okay
So when Becca called me and asked me about this walk, she asked me if I could bring my bear spray. Since this bear sighting, Bec hasn't gone for a walk up that way... well because its bloody scary...don't blame her, this wilderness thing is hard to get used to. I popped the bear spray in the cup holder of her baby stroller..you know, for easy access...we were after all treading to bear country. We start climbing the hill... no bears... Spencer starts acting crazy, and it started to wig me out because dogs have that weird animal sense... I think it started to wig Becca out too because she took the bear spray out of the case...you know, for easy access.
We made it to Chauncey no problem..no bears, no fumbling with bear spray when the wind is blowing head on...none of that. It wasn't til later, when Becca and I spotted the old farm house... we were driving by to Sparwood. We kind of laughed because we didn't see the bears, but maybe they made a home for themselves in the cabin. I don't think I would walk up to find out because if they were honestly in there.. they wouldn't be offering me any porridge.
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