We'd been walking up the side of a mountain together for nearly three hours when Sheila asked, "So, what do you think? Are there bears around here?"
I pointed to this tree and explained the claw marks were from a bear standing up and marking the territory. I said, "It's sort of like the bear was saying, 'I'm awesome! Look how high I can reach!'"
The sap was still running in tree's fresh wounds, so I said, "Yeah. I'd say there are bears around here."
We figured it was worth a picture, so whoever found our camera would know what happend to us, but as it turns out... we lived.
2 Kings 2:24b - Two bears charged out of the underbrush and knocked them about, ripping them limb from limb...