as the Bullet crept up a long grade, hauling the trailer, the little bear popped out in front of us. 12 up noon, bright sunny day, about the last thing I would expect. He slowly walked across in front of us, then as we drew close, hopped up on the guard rail and launched into the undergrowth.
Think what you want. I'm taking it as a good omen, as I do with bears.
I've been neglecting all things electronic, while painting like mad. Always having to work at maintaining balance. We'll see.
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