Mountainside Memoir
It was that time of year again. Bear season. I drove up to camp on Sunday afternoon, staring blissfully out the window. I barely noticed that the trees at the base of the mountains held as a greenish yellow hue, but faded to warmer colors as they progressively rose in elevation. The crest of the hills were shrouded by a light, stringy fog; hardly enough to raise concerns about visibility for the opener in the