We have constantly stopped, looked, and listened for bears ever since we first visited Teton park.

Very rare to see grizzlies there, we were told, unless you’re hiking some back country.

You saw our picture of the black bear that was brown in Teton.

And you saw our picture of the collared grizzly here in Yellowstone…that was soooo distant it looked to have been taken from the Space Station.

Well, Robyn saw probably the same one twice in a week. She…along with 150 of her closest friends who were parked in the middle of the road…watched as the bear ambled waaaaay over there along the edge of the woods. I wasn’t with her, so no big lens, but it probably wouldn’t have helped.

Ah, but Mother Nature felt kindly toward me, and a week later I was driving along that same road…and had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a grizzly in my lane! It wasn’t fazed, and ambled up a small bank and back toward me on the other side of my car!

But Mother Nature wasn’t through with me….

Up the road a couple miles, I came upon a veritable parking lot in the roadway…because of a grizzly! Yep, two within minutes of each other. I can die a happy man.