09_03_2013_cancer_funny_hiking_bearsDear Benefactor,

Yesterday, I went hiking with Ken, my husband. I’m not sure if you’ve met him or not. I’m still waiting to meet you.  

We made it all the way to Fragrance Lake even. We did run into a few snags, though.

On the way down, we took the logging road rather than the trail. About halfway down, Ken had to… well, he… um… had to pee. He told me, “Go on ahead. I’ll catch up in a minute.”

I walked on ahead and had gone around the curve when I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw a big, black (or brown–it happened so fast) butt go into the trees off to my right. It couldn’t have been a dog. The only other animal I could think of was, a bear. Of course. You know how afraid I am of those things. I’ve brought it up before.

Why am I so petrified of bears? I blame my parents. They allowed me to watch a horrible movie about grizzlies when I was a young whipper-snapper, certainly too young and impressionable to be watching such things. I realize that this was not a grizzly, but still….

Ken came around the corner to find me standing frozen smack-dab in the middle of the road.

“I think I just saw a bear,” I told Ken.

“Mer, that bear is more scared of you than you are of it.”

I don’t think so. I gave him a cowering glance to which he said… nothing. I did notice that he grabbed a big stick, though. I tried valiantly not to be such a scaredy-cat, but…. Well. Speaking of cats, earlier in the hike right before we ended up on this said road, I kept hearing something in the trees above us. “Do you think it could be a cougar?” I asked Ken.

“Could be.”

I don’t know why I keep getting myself all riled up about bears and cougars, but I will persist in trying to conquer my fears. And make you proud. If I don’t get killed first.