Tim and I were sitting at my kitchen table in Leadville on an overcast afternoon. I had my back to the sliding glass door. Tim suddenly says something to the effect of “there is a bear in front of your house”. What? I turn around to see a black bear meandering across our front yard. He checks out our hummingbird feeder and then continues on.
I have never seen a bear on a trail in my life. I just saw one out my window. Wild. It was nice and peaceful being in the comfort of your home watching this. But I clearly got the sense, that his guy wanted nothing to do with people. We barely made any noise and he was perking his ears towards us and really moved on fast once we stepped outside. If Tim wouldn’t have been there, would I have even seen this happen?
Well, dude, sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you.
I don’t know if that movie quote applies here but this was some sort of omen for Saturday. I just don’t know what it means yet.