49 degrees. The first week of February. The dog is swimming at the river. Crazy.
Ran into a family rock hounding there. Told the Dad Guy I was jumped by a bear there and hadn't returned to the scene. It would take 5 minutes. Would he come with me?
He said, "that's you?" They had come there the day after it had happened and it was blocked off with yellow tape but they had still come down to the lot. He said they saw bear tracks in the parking lot! They were discussing going further when some folks on horseback came by and suggested they don't.
He went with me to the spot. Not too weird. We went in the way I came out. I'd still like to re-walk it from the other direction, though.
Didn't find my sunglasses.