Slow Speed. No Wake. 3I8712
She slips slowly into the chilly snowmelt-fed stream not far from the inlet to cross in the shallows. The tide is high so she must still swim. Even though she is only a fraction of the weight she will come to attain over the next 5 weeks, she still manages to throw up a small wake. As she makes the crossing the bear sips from the sweet cool water and keeps an ever-watchful eye out for the occasional splash of an early salmon making its way upstream. It is an absolute thrill to be able to observe her grace and beauty at eye level.
Slow Speed. No Wake. 3I8712
She slips slowly into the chilly snowmelt-fed stream not far from the inlet to cross in the shallows. The tide is high so she must still swim. Even though she is only a fraction of the weight she will come to attain over the next 5 weeks, she still manages to throw up a small wake. As she makes the crossing the bear sips from the sweet cool water and keeps an ever-watchful eye out for the occasional splash of an early salmon making its way upstream. It is an absolute thrill to be able to observe her grace and beauty at eye level.