Jogging along at the end of the day, not paying much attention to anything while enjoying the changing of the leaves.
A strong wet animal fur smell filled my nose, and I vaguely wondered whether I had let a quiet one slip out on the sly, and if so, what on earth did I eat for lunch? However, thoughts quickly returned to the rest spot about 200 m further down the road where I was hoping to get a pic ( this pic in fact ).
While taking the photo, a woman drew up in her car and asked whether I had seen the grizzly standing on my side, about 4 meters from the shoulder.
I won't speculate on whether it was fear or crazy coincidence, but no sooner had she left than I let slip an 'anything but silent' one.
Never having heard the roar of a grizzly before, who was I to say that it wouldn't sound like the dulcet tones of a sweaty-cheeked bottom burp.
Not wishing to be duped a second time in as many minutes, I proceeded to investigate and detected a hint of spicy peanut satay tuna, signalling that all was as it should have been.
Having had six bear sightings ( plus 1 ) in 4 days, I've relented and entered into contractual negotiations with the proprietors of a guesting enterprise, the walls of which accommodations offer more sturdy resistance than those afforded by the 5 microns of my tent.