Playing in the mountains

My son and I went outside and played yesterday. Disk Golf. That lowly country cousin to real golf. You know the one with; the balls and holes and pastel outfits. Both are good walks ruined by needing to do something. Throw a heavy frisbee to a tin covered post an impossible distance away. And no dog to fetch. The photos show the beautiful St Marys river and me on a disk retrieval mission. When your disk goes into the rough they mean it. The river is not at it's flood yet, notice those big rocks! I'm told they roll like marbles.
We had a spectator a young brown bear, I think. He was larger than some adult black bears back home. Once noticed by Schaun and I he went back home to mom. Bored I guess with plastic pitching people, aiming disks at tin posts. I'm glad we didn't wake mom up. Her baby was big enough! We're very lucky to have a country where you can live with wild things and realize the world doesn't start and end on some city block. I guess I really am just a country boy. P