I wasn’t going to shell out forty-two dollars for a canister of bear spray. Despite signs at the trailhead expounding the dangers of grizzly bears in Glacier National Park, I... Continue Reading →
Bear Spray
On The Trail to Mistymoon
A hunting knife hung from his belt as he stood midstream, helping his barefoot girlfriend cross the slippery rocks; clear water wetted the bottom of his rolled-up jeans. Marcia and I were... Continue Reading →