Up the hill we go.
Butterflies in the mock orange. How nice!
CRASH! CRACK! BANG! A scurry of activity. One second later:
Then everyone is calm again. Now it’s time to hunker down and wait for Harold to go.
Lots of waiting.
Lots and lots of waiting. Sigh.
But the time to move on eventually comes. Yeah, OK, motorcycle on the road to the golf course up above. People, use a muffler, hey, if you don’t mind.
Harold moves on, too. Well, sorta. His spirit is still there.
What a beautiful morning.
Every day is a great day to meet a grassland bear. This is my fifth. Two were in the dark. I don’t do that anymore!
Such a handsome one, especially!
Thank you, Bear.