When we set off on our 50th anniversary trip to Alaska, Louise's single greatest desire was to see a grizzly bear up close (but not too close). She was sure the tour to the base of Denali would yield a sighting from the safety of the bus.
As I mentioned in the previous post, the day was heavily overcast, and when we got to the halfway point rest stop we were informed that the mountain was completely socked in and we would have to go back to Denali Village.
We did see a few bears, but to her bitter disappointment, they were so far away they might as well have been in the next county. The reason the photograph at the top of this post isn't very sharp is because it's a very small section cropped out of the center of the photo below. The bear is the little brown dot in the center.
In fact, Louise was so disappointed that when we got home we went to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, booked a room in a motel at Pigeon Forge, and spent two days driving the loop road in Cades Cove looking for bears. No luck.
It was unbearable.
(Actually, I'm not sure if these were grizzly bears or Alaskan brown bears. I'm a little fuzzy on the subject.)
Photographs copyright 2021, David B.Jenkins
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Tags: photography, Dave Jenkins, Alaska, Denali, grizzly bears, Canon 6D, EF 75-300 f4-5.6 lens, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Cades Cove
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