Walking on the mountain, bear scat everywhere, you know they're everywhere but I'm noisy enough they keep out of sight. Old mining trails leading onto old mining shacks and homesteads, some good exploring, and then I come to a meadow that rather intrigues me and I catch my first sight of one:

See it? Look closer...

 

Making noise, the cubs have fled the picture but mom's not backing down and so that ends a fine day of near discovery...

Need to start carrying my bear banger and spray. On the way out, fresh scat piled in the tire ruts I drove over to get here - the place is infested with them...