Two months after Peter's near-death experience, with him nearly fully recuperated, we spent a long weekend at Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Park. Here, Peter astonished and delighted both of us by his regained ability to hike, and we enjoyed visiting some of our old favorite spots in these parks which have been our home wilderness to us, for many years. The visit was further enlivened by sightings of five bears, all young but past the cub stage, and I was able to photograph three. We came home refreshed and uneaten, and here are our pictures as proof.
Peter reading on the porch of Cedar Grove Lodge, Kings Canyon. A lovely spot looking over the river, with Steller's Jays swooping down on your food.
Peter looking jaunty by the river
Me by the river
Snow Plants at Kings Canyon, found near the river, nice bright specimens
Owing to a heavy snowpack, the Kings River was in some places torrentially wild
And in other places, calm
A young blond bear picks away at a late spring meal
Intrepid Peter in the land of the Bears
Another young bear, light brown, at Crescent Meadow, Sequoia. Prime spot for bears in June.
Nose in food, beady eyes watchful
Getting down to business
Portrait of a busy young bear
Not sure what was the attraction...grubs or ants, perhaps.
And some flowers...lupines, in this case
Pussy paws. (My only allusion to cats in this post)
And the final bear...a young black one, to speed us on our way, while he went his.