Last night we woke up to find a bear trying to peel back the garage door with his paws, and if I hadn't run him off by yelling at the top of my lungs from an upstairs window (a real outdoorsman would have engaged him in direct combat to protect
my garbage), he would have succeeded.
Lots to do today. The bear thing is suddenly less Disney than before.
See you at the dump/hardwarestore/insuranceagent/garagedoorfolks/Fish&Game, Tom Chandler.