On Rocky Ground: Part Deux and a Half #holidays #canada #rockies

Anika told us everyone should add a rock to some heap – can’t remember why but somehow I got to heave the boulder while he gets the pebble. My parenting is hopeless…

We left me sitting at a tea house, up a mountain, communing with a chipmunk, blissful in the fresh air. I like a good walk, I like tea even more and the day was only half done.

‘Maybe,’ said Anika, our guide, ‘we might see a bear on the way down.’

Oh goody, methought. One for the bucket list. I get to see a bear, he gets to eat me. A fair swap, perhaps. On the way down, I feel into step with a group of thirty somethings from California and we became philosophical on the subject. Why, we pondered, did bears live so far north? Had they ventured a little further south they’d not need to hibernate, with all the hassle that entailed. They were top predator so it was hardly to get away from being eaten. Maybe they had problems with their families, or they owed some local mammalian mafia?

Perhaps it was wish fulfilment but Anika took us on a detour on our way back to Banff and the collection of our hopefully repaired car, because having left the highway, we saw this…

We were beyond excited. A family. At this point Anika explained Banff NP had 120 bears and this was bear 64 and her three two year olds. Anytime soon they’ll be turfed out. Bear 64 is 29, a black bear and still fertile.

The birth of triplets had been a very exciting event in Banff, it being rare anywhere. Said bear does nose around the outskirts of Banff, causing a certain amount of distress, which is understandable. But sad.

The number, 64 we were told was random and isn’t sequenced but done so that the children can be numbered sequentially. I think I had that right.

Back in our hotel, and still buzzing we headed out for dinner. For some reason I photo’ed it… Meah, I was clearly still in bear heaven. I didn’t even mind the kale spawn in the middle pic.

No poutine, though..

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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21 Responses to On Rocky Ground: Part Deux and a Half #holidays #canada #rockies

  1. You must have been stoned

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  2. Darlene says:

    Always exciting to see a bear or two. Just not too close. I think with all that hair, bears would be too hot further south. (Just a thought.) I once met a fellow who had been mauled by a grizzly and lived to tell about it. A scary story.

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  3. I just can’t bear fangled food like that middle picture 😠. I think they’re having us on.

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  4. My mom told me a long time ago to quit teasing the bear.

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  5. I’m so glad you got to see some bears. 🙂 And triplets is awesome.

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  6. Pam Lazos says:

    Always exciting to have a bear sighting. The last one I had was from a kayak in the middle of the river while the bear poked around through some poor soul’s belongings in the bank. The look so cuddly, right, until they don’t!
    Also, no poutine?! A tragedy, Geoff.

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  7. Mary Smith says:

    Oh, lucky you to see the bears. When I visited Vancouver the most I saw was brief glimpse of one on the hard shoulder of the motorway (or whatever they call those big roads in Canada) as we hurtled pat.

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  8. Mary Smith says:

    past, not pat.

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  9. Elizabeth says:

    Since everyone in Montreal told us we had to eat poutine we tried. We really did try. We failed when confronted with what looked like french fries drowned in brown gravy.

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