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  • I accepted the invitation for an afternoon paddle and picnic, knowing something was afoot. Gathering myself together, I slipped on a bathing suit, applied the sunscreen, found my hat and helped pack the car. Such a hot day called for some breezes, refreshing watery surrounds and the slightest hint of adventure.

    Gliding lightly across the lake I was looking down through clear water, and there, in the short distance, a smallish grizzly bear swung out onto the beach for some relief too perhaps. It's always so good to spot these wondrous creatures, to see them still thriving in this park.

    Easily not choosing that shore, we instead carried on further to yonder's rough dock, likely made a sheltering spot in case of storms or as a place to tie up for a swim. Pulling our canoe to shore we thought to occupy this beach for our own pleasures, but others followed our plan and tethered their motor boat to the dock. We put aside, after some deliberation, plans to be so obnoxious, as to drive them away and instead he took a dip in the chilly water to cool off.

    Sweating like a horse and hungry as a bear, I insisted we eat our picnic NOW, so we did. I raised my eyes in surprise when an expensive bottle of wine appeared. I hadn't seen him pack the cooler nor chill it in the fridge. Then the boat people packed up and shoved off; alone at last.

    Instantly he stood up smiling, then dropped down onto the rocky beach, changing knees and asking for my hand in marriage. Well, how long can you keep a good man down? I had to say "Yes"! and quickly. With the beach to ourselves let's take a bit more wine, have a smooch and chat about the arrangements, shall we?

    Within moments a black bear emerged less than thirty feet away, curious, not aggressive and looking hot. We gently shooed it away. Leaving us with just two backward glances before it pooped on the beach, it sank into the water and finally sauntered off. It was time for us to depart as well. So much excitement.

    Back in the canoe and on our way. But wait! What's that on the shore? A big dog? No, it's a young grizzly making its way along the same shore. Well, it isn't every day one sees three bears. And it's not every day one receives a marriage proposal.I accepted the invitation for an afternoon paddle and picnic, knowing something was afoot. Gathering myself together, I slipped on a bathing suit, applied the sunscreen, found my hat and helped pack the car. Such a hot day called for some breezes, refreshing watery surrounds and the slightest hint of adventure.

    Gliding lightly across the lake I was looking down through clear water, and there, in the short distance, a smallish grizzly bear swung out onto the beach for some relief too perhaps. It's always so good to spot these wondrous creatures, to see them still thriving in this park.

    Easily not choosing that shore, we instead carried on further to yonder's rough dock, likely made a sheltering spot in case of storms or as a place to tie up for a swim. Pulling our canoe to shore we thought to occupy this beach for our own pleasures, but others followed our plan and tethered their motor boat to the dock. We put aside, after some deliberation, plans to be so obnoxious, as to drive them away and instead he took a dip in the chilly water to cool off.

    Sweating like a horse and hungry as a bear, I insisted we eat our picnic NOW, so we did. I raised my eyes in surprise when an expensive bottle of wine appeared. I hadn't seen him pack the cooler nor chill it in the fridge. Then the boat people packed up and shoved off; alone at last.

    Instantly he stood up smiling, then dropped down onto the rocky beach, changing knees and asking for my hand in marriage. Well, how long can you keep a good man down? I had to say "Yes"! and quickly. With the beach to ourselves let's take a bit more wine, have a smooch and chat about the arrangements, shall we?

    Within moments a black bear emerged less than thirty feet away, curious, not aggressive and looking hot. We gently shooed it away. Leaving us with just two backward glances before it pooped on the beach, it sank into the water and finally sauntered off. It was time for us to depart as well. So much excitement.

    Back in the canoe and on our way. But wait! What's that on the shore? A big dog? No, it's a young grizzly making its way along the same shore. Well, it isn't every day one sees three bears. And it's not every day one receives a marriage proposal.
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