“It was early June and I was very thrilled to be surrounded by the magnificent park. I know now that our idea about being quiet as we walked along the trail was a wrong one. By preferring silence, we had agreed, we’d be able to enjoy the peacefulness of the park.
As my companion, John, and I walked on a not so remote trail he heard some twigs breaking near us. He was not alarmed and didn’t tell me. It was early June. We passed a few other hikers, who chatted noisily. I was happy to finally find a peaceful place to eat our picnic lunch.
We climbed onto a large rock and he began handing me the day’s fare, bread and Liverwurst. My lap was filled with fragrant foodstuffs, when John pointed to my left. I was shocked to see the back of a grizzly quietly move down the hill. He was only about 30 or 40 yards from us. We could see the hump on his back.