The first time I saw a bear, Darius, Sea, and I were on a camp trip in the Okanagan. While driving, I saw a mother and her cubs in a tree and made my dad turn around to check it out. I jumped out of the car and started walking toward the tree. Darius freaked out. Because of that, I kept walking in the same direction. Stubborn teen. I was kind of nervous too, but made sure I could make it to the car before the momma bear could make it to me. Startled, one of the cubs fell out of the tree (It was actually kind of funny). Then the momma bear and the other cub climbed down from the tree. I took some pictures and cooked it back to the car.
Darius resumed breathing, then proceeded to lecture me on bear safety for the next half hour of driving.
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