We’ve stumbled into a place of magic. Autumn and winter built a palace, and look at their art!
It’s quiet now, with skies lightening after last night’s snow. Spruce grouse wander the roads.
…roads: pathways past miraculous beauty.
And – this!
A bear! Three bears in fact; mama and two cubs of the year. They must be wondering who has repainted their forest, but seeing these wonderful creatures contrast the white is spellbinding.
Black bears are a special species to me after all the time I spent with them out west. I’ve travelled so far driven by the hope of seeing one again, and here there are three! Christmas come early, I think.
A good moment. A special moment. The type of moment that makes you realise how precious our wild neighbours are.