Paparazzi For All Things Bearish
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As we readied ourselves my pulse began to race. I had it all planned in my head and it was going to be spectacular!
We would ride down the road a bit and there in the meadow, standing not too far, but certainly not too close, would be the majestic Grizzly. Your mom would spot the bear first, and we would stop in the road letting the bike idle.
This giant, knowing that we meant her no harm, would continue on her routine providing us a glimpse into the fascinating world of North America's largest carnivore. Oh, it was going to be glorious! We would snap pictures as if we were Paparazzi for all things bearish. She would pose, a sly look on her muzzle as she turned this way and that, showing off her mighty physique. She would then in turn study us, wondering what manner of beast bore our weight. After both her and our curiosity had been satiated, we would trundle back down the road to the Lodge where we would sup gourmand and entertain our table mates with dashing tales of our ursal encounter.
I could hardly wait.
"Why is your face all flushed? Are you feeling okay?"
"Fine sweetie. Fine. Just a bit of excitement over taking a little ride. I didn't realize it, but I was coming down with a slight case of cabin fever."
"You know," Mom said as she slipped on her leather jacket, "I didn't want to say anything but I was more than ready to get out of our room for a while."
"Then M'lady," I said as I zipped up my own jacket, "your steed awaits." I bowed at the waist and pointed towards the door.
"Why thank you kind Sir," she said and opened the door into the gray afternoon.
We walked the short distance from the Lodge to where sat our baby. Did I detect a quiver, a slight shake of the handlebars as she anticipated release from this flat-gravel prison? I did my best to wipe the water from her seats but the effort was futile. I swiped most of it off, which was drier than it had been in three days, and that would have to do. I started her up, and did a quick inspection of all of the mechanics as I waited for the oil and motor to warm.
Which would be a good thing, because it was frickin' cold. Not just a little cold, I mean really cold - like the temp gauge on the bike was hovering around 50 degrees. Suddenly my mesh jacket seemed a tad on the skimpy side.
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*** the journey continues ***
As we readied ourselves my pulse began to race. I had it all planned in my head and it was going to be spectacular!
We would ride down the road a bit and there in the meadow, standing not too far, but certainly not too close, would be the majestic Grizzly. Your mom would spot the bear first, and we would stop in the road letting the bike idle.
This giant, knowing that we meant her no harm, would continue on her routine providing us a glimpse into the fascinating world of North America's largest carnivore. Oh, it was going to be glorious! We would snap pictures as if we were Paparazzi for all things bearish. She would pose, a sly look on her muzzle as she turned this way and that, showing off her mighty physique. She would then in turn study us, wondering what manner of beast bore our weight. After both her and our curiosity had been satiated, we would trundle back down the road to the Lodge where we would sup gourmand and entertain our table mates with dashing tales of our ursal encounter.
I could hardly wait.
"Why is your face all flushed? Are you feeling okay?"
"Fine sweetie. Fine. Just a bit of excitement over taking a little ride. I didn't realize it, but I was coming down with a slight case of cabin fever."
"You know," Mom said as she slipped on her leather jacket, "I didn't want to say anything but I was more than ready to get out of our room for a while."
"Then M'lady," I said as I zipped up my own jacket, "your steed awaits." I bowed at the waist and pointed towards the door.
"Why thank you kind Sir," she said and opened the door into the gray afternoon.
We walked the short distance from the Lodge to where sat our baby. Did I detect a quiver, a slight shake of the handlebars as she anticipated release from this flat-gravel prison? I did my best to wipe the water from her seats but the effort was futile. I swiped most of it off, which was drier than it had been in three days, and that would have to do. I started her up, and did a quick inspection of all of the mechanics as I waited for the oil and motor to warm.
Which would be a good thing, because it was frickin' cold. Not just a little cold, I mean really cold - like the temp gauge on the bike was hovering around 50 degrees. Suddenly my mesh jacket seemed a tad on the skimpy side.
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Kindle Version $ 2.99
Nook $4.99
*** the journey continues ***
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Keep it nice or I release the Zombies.
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