The cabin owner said we should look out for them, so I was sure we would see them.
Andy warned me about the bears the night we got to Colorado. I was not actually excited at first. This is no fear founded on experience, but I am actually afraid of bears. I think the only time I was ever near one in the wild, my grandma sighted it, and I was so scared I turned around and ran and didn't even see the bear.
Darkness settled in around the cabin. I realized, a bear could easily clamber up on the deck and come right in through the screen doors. So, we had better shut the doors.
Then I realized, what's to stop a bear from coming in right through the window? Bears could smash a glass pane with a swipe of the paw. Probably all the creakings and rustlings around the house were bears waiting to come in.
Long story short, we made it through the night.
The next morning, I decided to go out for a run.
As soon as I saw the three deer prancing around in the front yard, I remembered about bears. At first I almost decided not to go outside. Then I realized, the deer were probably a safe sign. (Deer wouldn't want to be anywhere near where the bears are.)
Long story short, I made it back safely.
The whole week I kept looking for bears, but (long story short), I didn't spot a single one.
I realized I was actually going to be disappointed if I didn't see a bear. But by the end of the week, I had almost given up hope.
Until the very last morning...
BEAR ON DECK!
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