We carried our sandwiches to the side of the road and ate, enjoying the spectacular views in Glacier National Park. Cars slowed behind us as other visitors took in the mountains and snapped photos. We ignored the traffic, perfectly content with our spontaneous picnic. Then, the cars on the road seemed to linger longer.
A gentleman called out: "Hey. You guys? There's a bear up there."
We grabbed the sandwiches, chips, and lunch paraphernalia and dove into the car. Sure enough, here came Mr. Grizzly, strolling down the road, head up, nose twitching. We slammed our doors and rolled up the windows. Mr. Griz wandered off the side into the bushes.
No, no, Mr. Griz. These are our sandwiches. Please, go find your own dead deer.