The Bears

You knew I'd have to do a separate blog just on bears. I was obsessed with them and really a little scared after the incidents in Yellowstone and Talkeetna in July.

Happy to report that we had no close encounters -- no bears on the trail---so we didn't need to slowly back away and talk in a soft spoken voice. "Hey, bear, I'm standing down from you. This is your home and see how nicely I'm backing away." Somehow, I could never picture myself doing that calmly.

In Katmai National Park, they are very serious about bears. You get off the float plane and are immediately ushered into the park's bear orientation talk and video. You get a little pin to wear to prove you were thoroughly indoctrinated and presumably a park ranger might stop you if you weren't displaying the pin and had somehow skipped the talk .

Uh,oh... We've been spotted!

moving into our attached cabin

We immediately saw bears in the river at a distance from our cabin, prompting me to ask where the "electrified Berlin Wall" was. It looked to me like there were the cabins, a meadow and then the river--no wall, no fence, no guards.  I distinctly remember Gary telling me that there was no way bears would be able to enter the lodge grounds!

family bonding bunk beds

Mosquito netting was essential gear

We plotted our strategy and then headed out for a closer look from the viewing platforms along the Brooks River. The lower river was for younger, less dominant males and the females and the upper falls for the male alpha bears, where salmon are more abundant and could pool as they try to jump the falls. This was the end of the salmon run, so usually there were about five or six bears standing below the falls and over the course of an hour you'd see maybe three of them catch fish. There was a lot of drama. One bear caught a fish and retreated downstream a bit to eat it, but was pursued by a bigger bear who forced him to drop the fish--gang behavior!

The NPS bear watchers number the bears and after a few years may give them names. Diver was an old arthritic bear who stood in one spot by the falls and seemed just as pleased to be diving under the water and soaking his old bones, as he was to be catching salmon. Another was called Cinnamon, based on coat color. Before you start getting all mushy and singing Teddy Bear picnic, listen to this story. The ranger said that the previous week a male bear attacked a cub and dragged the runt to the tall grasses where it killed it, to the horror of the tourists on the platform. Reasons for bear infanticide are not well known but the ranger speculated that the cub was the smallest of a litter of three cubs. Sheesh, mother nature can be cruel.

It was a half mile walk to the upper platform first on a trail and then on an elevated walkway. You talk and make noise, so as not to surprise any bears wandering by, especially when there's a turn or less visibility because of high grass. Once on the platform, you can delude yourself into thinking it's like a zoo, but reality checks back in when you have to wait to recross the floating bridge because a bear is within 50 yards of it. One bear started swimming toward us on shore, while we were waiting, so we beat a hasty retreat further up the trail to give the bear his space. All except one guy who kept taking pictures..."This is great." "Gary, let's go we're moving now. Gary, Gary...."

I was really surprised one morning at breakfast to look out and see a young "sub-adult" grizzly right outside the window. He ate some grass, rubbed against a tree, and ambled down the same path we would take to the cabin, before he decided to cross the meadow and return to the river. The scene was repeated the next day with an even larger bear. At least we had the security of a hard sided cabin. In the campground the hardy tent campers, who endured rain and fierce mosquitos, did have an electrified fence surrounding the area. But the three strands of white electrified rope, like a clothesline, didn't strike me as that substantial.

And yet, there have been no fatalities at Katami so far. As compared to Yellowstone or Yosemite (one of those lower 48 places), Katmai was very strict about food and garbage, so bears do not associate humans with food.

In Denali, there are about 3000 brown bears (grizzlies) north of the Alaskan range, where we were and we spied about seven of them on the bus ride from the entrance of Denali to the end of the road 90 miles later at Kantishna.The Denali grizzlies were lighter in color than the Katmai coastal bears, who ranged in shades from dark brown to golden.

There are also 50,000 black bears in Alaska, many in the Kantishna area, but we didn't see any. We took a short hike when we arrived at Skyline Lodge, but when it started to rain and I found myself out of breath on the steep slope, I urged the rest of them to go on to the top without me. I situated myself on a slope with a 360 view and rotated back and forth, clutching my walking stick and chanting: "Hey bear, I'm here, hey big bear." I had my stick cocked like it was a musket and I was looking for the whites of their eyes.

The other scary hike we had was up Dumpling mountain in Katmai in pouring rain--beautiful, lush forest, lots of berries and wild flowers, an area where Katmai bears dig their hibernation dens, a new one each year. We didn't fall into any dens and did a whole lot of singing and yelling to Gary to stay with the group.Luckily, our off key singing scared the bears away or else they were all down at the river, preferring salmon over berries.

On our final leg of the trip, Kenai Fjords National Park, we saw black bears who liked to hang out in the meadow near the lodge and walk along the beach or swim in the lagoon.  No brown bears in Kenai because the Harding Ice Fields above Kenai form a barrier that the black bears are only too happy to negotiate to get away from the brown bears, but the brown grizzlies don't bother to make that trek.

The bears were definitely a trip highlight--the closest I'll ever get (or want to get) to the real wild outdoors.