Despite my deep-seated, almost paralyzing fear of bears, I went on two hikes in Colorado. Two.
Before we hit the trail, I was given a whistle (like that was really going to help), and some last minute bear deterrent instructions. And --- while I'm not proud of this --- there were enough young children with us, along with my husband and his bad knees, that I knew I could out-run them if necessary.
This is my husband's step-mom's entrance to her backyard.
This is her backyard.
(Notice the bear cave)
(mouse over each picture to read my additional thoughts)