"Be careful," the motorist advised as he rolled up next to me. "I'm not moving till he moves!" I replied with a nervous chuckle. The motorist waved and slowly drove on. I straddled my bicycle, standing on the shoulder of the road on a self supported bike tour, descending down the east side of Logan Pass in Glacier National Park. All had been proceeding smoothly until I rounded a corner. There, on the side of the road, stood a gargantuan grizzly bear. I grabbed the brakes, promptly halting my descent. Mr. Grizzly grazed contentedly on the foliage at the road side, ignoring the sparse traffic that slowed and swerved around him. His coat was thick and heavy, brown with tan shading around his shoulders and face. The telltale grizzly hump rested between his shoulders like a bowling ball made of muscle. The power in his body was palpable, coiled in his muscles like a den of rattlesnakes ready to strike. He per...
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