We haven't seen the bear in the two weekends we have spent at the cabin since the July 4 holiday. If he has any sense, he will have retreated back up into the sanctuary of the National Park by now.
As soon as we saw him, I grabbed my Nikon, eased out of the cabin, and as quietly as possible crossed over the creek and the rock wall hoping to get some photographs. No luck, of course, or they would have been plastered all over this thread.
When I got back to the cabin, Joyce looked at me and said, "I think I need to increase the amount of your life insurance policy." To which I replied, "Lord, honey, I've seen St. Bernard dogs larger than that little yearling black bear."