I’m standing in a grey morning mist. The time is a chilly 6:23 a.m. Camp is broke. I’m loading my tent and bag into the back seat of the rental car from the driver’s side. As I fight a losing battle with a suitcase zipper some movement is caught in my peripheral vision. The camp visitor, the “standing 3 ½ to 4 ft. at the shoulder” black bear that has been making a regular appearance at this quaint little campground, walked (no, sauntered) from the woods not 20 feet ( I paced it off…after it left) from me on the other side of the car. It was apparently completely unthreatened by me. It that a good thing? Maybe it’s good that I’m getting back on the ferry this morning. It’ll take almost two days to get home…but I won’t have to worry about waking up with a bear staring me in the face…unless I sleep with a mirror next to me.