Round a corner, over a hill, our ride ended abruptly.  Charging across the roadway a formidable obstacle barred our passing.  En route, the sow unexpectedly pivoted, backtracking to where she had begun.

Dumbstruck, straddling our bikes, we watched the scene repeat itself several more times before a small black form joined its mother. Together they ran across the road in front of us, taking cover in the tall grass on the other side.  Left behind, two terrified cubs scrambled up a tree, crying out for their departed mother.

Mounted on hind legs, mother rose from the tall grass to survey the scene.  In response, we slowly rode away from the potentially volatile bear reunion.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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