Two years ago, my wife (Deirdra) and I sojourned to the Rocky Mountains for a two-week adventure that included stops at Rocky Mountain, Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, among numerous other places that included Denver (CO), Little Bighorn, Devil’s Tower, Deadwood (for poker on the night of my birthday), Mount Rushmore and the Crazy Horse Memorial (BEFORE they let people up the mountain for a face-to-face examination).
The trip was absolutely fabulous. I checked Coors Field off my list of the MLB stadiums (I have one remaining, Target Field in Minneapolis, MN, which I will visit next month). We saw Old Faithful and The Grand Prismatic Spring, both at Yellowstone. We saw a bevy of deer and buffalo and elk in Colorado and Montana.
But we never saw a bear.
My fondest hope for that trip was to see a bear in the wild, but we never saw one! As great as the trip was, I feel like I left something unaccomplished. I’ve still never seen a bear in the wild. Not even a black bear…let alone a grizzly.
Why am I thinking about this today? Well, a woman posted a ‘thank you’ on a facebook page today. It seems a black bear was in the vicinity of her home in Goffstown yesterday… and in close proximity to her son, who was unaware of the bear’s presence. Some people in a passing car honked their horn loudly and yelled to the boy to warn him of the bear. The young man beat a hasty retreat to his house. The woman wanted to say, ‘thank you’, to the people in that car – whoever they may be.
And that reminded me of this article from the New Yorker, in its March 5, 2018 issue. This poor guy just wants to see a black bear in the meadow adjacent to his home. He, like myself, has a dream that remains unfulfilled. Maybe if he or I had been driving our car on a back road in Goffstown yesterday we would have had our dream come true…