It’s leaf-peeping season, which gave me more than one reason to join friends at their favorite fishing hole near Cripple Creek, Colorado.
The aspens were glowing gold against the azure blue sky and reflected on the emerald waters below.
Puffs of little white clouds danced by, propelled by a soft breeze that mixed the brisk mountain air with a fresh pine scent.
The sun warmed our necks as we relished the sound of little fishies splishing and splashing about.
Ah nature! It was time to relax and enjoy the scenery!
Surrounded by breathtaking beauty, my mind wandered. I wondered what wildlife we’d see that day.
My friends had seen bears the last time they fished these lakes. My tummy tightened as they talked of a big (BIG) cinnamon bear who hunched his shoulders and stared them down. They saw a momma with cubs that showed up on the shore at sunset. They ran for the truck as the big bear approached their camper.
I’ve had a fear of bears for a long time, especially after I saw the movie, The Edge, where Anthony Hopkins and Alec Baldwin were stalked by a ferocious grizzly (Bart the Bear).
We met some guys who said they were hunting bear. We caught fish, cleaned fish and hightailed it home!