“Hey Ma, look at the bear!” first came my way when we visited the Great Smokies, when I was a kid. There are black bears there; but I never dreamed that I’d one day be eating something named for a bear.

There don’t seem to be any bears in the wild here; thank goodness for that. Bicycles don’t make much noise to alert a bear; and you don’t want to surprise one of those animals. It’s especially dangerous to get between a sow bear and her cubs!

I don’t want to be out cycling, and have to holler, Look at the bear! I’ll take the armadillos; rabbits; and bald eagles.