This
Month's Newsletter:
Some of our group trips are filled
up but we have a few spots open in a couple of treks
for people interested in joining a group. If you have
your own group of three or more then we can still schedule
a trip for you at various times during the summer,
but get your reservations in now before
the calendar gets too full.
We have a Seven
Pass trip (July 12-19) and an August Martin
Creek Exploratory trek (July 31 - Aug. 7) that
have a few spots left. If your interested in making
a reservation for one of these or another trek, give
us a a call soon.
If you have questions about lodging
or other details just give us a call or send an email.
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Okay it was only five and they
weren't really sisters but the bears numbered seven.
It all started last summer with
a group of five lady school teachers from Virginia
on a grand adventure to Alaska. We were doing the Donoho
Lakes Glacier Trek which is always a good bet for
seeing a bear. The ladies weren't too sure if that
wanted to see a bear or not - at least not without
the use of high powered binoculars.
After a day of exploring on the
Root Glacier we set up our camp on the edge of the
glacial moraine. One of the nice things about the spot
is that there is a metal bear box there.
I think it was around dinner time
when they first showed up - a black bear and her two
cubs. The bears were working their way along the ridge
and eating berries. They saw us, which was good, but
weren't all that interested. They looked like they
would just pass on by on their quest for berries.
So it was a pretty low stress encounter - well okay,
for myself and the other guide it was. But the group
was fairly excited.
"Do you think they'll come
back in the night?"
"What should we do?"
"Aren't you guys worried?"
I told them that sure they might
come back to check us out but probably not.
It was time to gather up the food
and personal items for the bear box. Believe me, nobody
needed to be told twice to put all their smellables
in the box. We were all saying our good nights and
I was heading for my tent which was set away from the
group. I snore... rather loudly I am told.
That's when the bears reappeared
on the ridge. They milled around in the brush for a
while before once again ambling away. The conversation
among the group now shifted to a discussion of guard
duty and sleeping in shifts. Thoughts of sleep were
banished.
We assured everyone that there
was no cause for concern and that we certainly would
lose no sleep over the proximity of the three well
behaved bears. The school teachers seemed unconvinced.
Various attempts were made to persuade me to move my
tent a little closer. No one seemed concerned about
my snoring any more.
But they didn't come back and
we had a restful night free of furry visitations.
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The next day we traveled, not
on the ice, but overland to our next camp - a beautiful
spot with stunning views of glaciers, icefalls and
huge peaks including Mount Blackburn. Our camp was
all set up and we were out enjoying a delightful evening
when someone spotted a bear.
Pam pointed off to the left and
said "look,it's a black bear." And Kevin,
the other guide said, "Naaaaw I think it's a brown
bear."
"No it's a black bear, look"
"No it's definitely a brown
bear"
Then I realized that Pam was pointing
off to the left and Kevin was pointing off the right.
There were two bears! One black
and one brown.
These bears were really far off
however so the anxiety level was a lot lower this time.
Also having survived the first encounter, the group
was slowly gaining some confidence.
Finally one of the bears wandered
off and the other was so far off that his entertainment
value was rapidly diminishing. So off I went with Renee
to the cook tarp to work on dinner. We looked up and
there was... ANOTHER bear.
But this time he was up close
and personal at about 20 yards away. We stood together
and waved out arms and spoke in reassuring tones to
make sure the bear knew we were there.
He barely looked up at us as if
to say "Yeah I see you guys, trust me I could
smell you a mile away. But don't bother me I got berries
to eat."
And he went about his business
with no interest in us at all. He soon wandered off.
This was turning into a bear viewing safari.
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The next day we put the crampons
back on and head out onto the Kennicott glacier. It
was a chilly and windy day with a light rain part of
the time. At the end of the day we were still several
hours away from the other side of the Root glacier
so we set up camp at the only possible spot - right
on the ice.
But this was all part of the plan.
We always take an extra sleeping pad when planning
to sleep on the ice. People are a little surprised
to find that if properly prepared you can sleep comfortably
on solid ice.
Everyone was happy to turn in
early that night. I was under the tarp with the other
guide cleaning up the dishes.
We were getting food into the bear canisters that we
carry.
Kevin said "You're not too
worried about bears out here on the ice are you?"
"Oh no, not really"
"Nah."
A few moments later I looked up
and there, not 30 feet away was yet another brown bear
strolling right through our camp.
I whispered"Scott... Scott"
But he wasn't responding.Then
I realized it was probably because his name wasn't
Scott. But in the excitement of spotting another bear
I just couldn't seem to remember what it was.
So I just pointed and whispered "Bear!"
That worked.
We watched him lumber along and
out of our camp. We let everyone know that if they
weren't tired of seeing bears that there was another
opportunity to be had.
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The ladies piled out of the tents
and were happy to see another bear. The group had so
much experience with bears up close by now that they
were considerably less stressed. Of course it helped
that the bear was already walking away from us.
He was pretty far off when someone
took a picture of the bear and the flash went off.
Boy that got his attention. He didn't know what that
was all about and he sure didn't want to stick around
to find out. He turned heal and cut out at a trot across
the ice and was soon out of sight.
The next and final day of our trek
passed without a single bear sighting. I wish I had
some pictures of all these bears but they usually showed
up when the light was fading or else when I didn't
have my camera on me.
I almost always see a bear on
the Donoho trek, but seven bears in five days was a
record.
If you like bear stories maybe
I'll tell you about my very first close encounter with
a grizzly. But that's a tale for another day.
See you next month.
Greg Fensterman
907.350.3710
info@trekalaska.com -
www.TrekAlaska.com
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