Last night, after work, we loaded up the car with water and fly rods, picked up friends, and hit the trail at Slough Creek. It's been two years since I've hiked Slough; the last time Sarah and I hiked it we were surprised by a very large black bear that was munching grass 5 foot off the trail.
This past week it's been hot, well, hot for here. No humidity, but 90 degrees in an alpine desert is still hot. Luckily last night a breeze kicked in as we set off on a 2 mile hike to the first meadow, where the boys fished and we took in the evening.
Slough Creek patrol cabins.
On the way back to the car we were looking at the wildflowers along the trail when we suddenly spotted two faces--one big, one small--peering at us in the tall grass. We quickly backed up and detoured around them.
Luckily they were more interested in their evening feeding and took their time making their way to a ridge line. The cub (one of this year's cubs) enjoyed running after mom and posing on rocks for us.
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