My family and I were driving on a dirt road in Yellowstone, searching for a picnic spot. We were starving, but more adamant about finding a shady place to sit. A second before, we said how much we’d love to see a bear on our trip. Then we looked out the window.
There he was. Walking on a fallen tree. Hopping off. Sniffing the sagebrush. For three minutes we had him all to ourselves. He walked up the hill, then down the other side, and vanished.