“There’s a bear.”
“There are two of them.”
When we first spotted the bears we were close, less than 200 yards away. But we were in a skiff.
“Put me ashore beneath that rock,” I whispered.
At the shore, I couldn’t see the bears anymore, concealed by alders and willows. I clambered out of the boat and found myself beneath a huge boulder. The bears were above me on the rock slide.