We immediately slammed on the brakes, that’s when I noticed a second bear, a much smaller cinnamon colored cub in the middle of trail. To our left, a black bear was foraging on a bench – the geological term, not a resting place for a tuckus, though I’ve rested mine on this type of bench before.
“Bear,” I called out, breaking the silence. Not to disappoint, a half-mile into the nearly twenty mile hike a movement caught my attention. For whatever reason, I have ignored its summons until this year when Joe suggested this hike.įrom the moment we agreed to give the hike a stab until the first steps from the trail head my gut was telling me this was going to be one for the ages. The real star of the story was the hike itself.įrom the moment I first stepped into Glacier Park in the late spring of 2000, Rising Wolf Mountain and the trail that circumvents it, the Dawson-Pitamakan Loop, has called out to me. But this story isn’t really about Joe, other than he was there and the hike was his idea. Heck I have it on good information that Maistoinna, the lovable lummox in Shangri-la Trailer Park, might be influenced by Joe and his exploits. I had the feeling it was going to be an adventure, but than again, whenever my friend Joe is involved, even a drive down a mountain road can turn unpredictable.
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