A wise man once told me of the
drop bear. A fearsome, yet rarely seen, beast, the drop bear lives among the
trees, waiting to strike any prey who dare pass below. When the moment is
right, the drop bear, true to its name, strategically drops from the branches onto
the unsuspecting passerby. Owing to its unusual largeness, this allows the drop
bear to incapacitate and eat its victim. The only known defense to drop bear
attacks is to place forks in one’s hair (tines up).
While Glacier seems to be free of
the dreaded drop bear, its grizzly cousins stand ready to “drop in” on park
guests almost anywhere, without notice. Over the last two days, they seem to
have been circling closer and closer, although I’ve managed to hold them off so
far.
