I leaned my bike against the wall of the
toilet hut, right under the yellow Watch Out For Bears sign. Such warning signs
are common in these mountains. Actual bear sightings, not so much I don't think. Not in a
normal year anyway. But when you close down an entire mountain range for four
months, eliminating the usual throngs of hikers and campers, the bears start acting like they own the place again.
This was how I thought it should be. It was also how I feared it was.
In the immediate moment though my biggest fear was having to go into that putrid bathroom to switch out of my sweaty clothes. Since when are toilet hut cleaner people non-essential? Holy stench.
