Maybe three or four times a year, my family and I make our way up to our family cabin in Three Rivers, close to Sequoia National Park. When we are in Three Rivers we visit Sequoia, were my great, great, great grandpa saved the trees. He helped people understand what the trees mean, and now it is a national park that people come from all over to visit. As I am his great, great, great granddaughter, I am honored to be in his family. Happily, a little more than a year ago I visited Sequoia, and had my first encounter with a bear. (Hint: Don’t do what I did.) My family and I were making our way down a hill after coming from a magnificent waterfall. Crowding on the edge, there was a small bunch of people taking pictures of something below the cliff. Excitedly, we went to see what it was. There was a fuzzy juvenile bear chomping on some blackberries. Right away we started taking pictures, but I was the smallest one and couldn't nudge my way through to get a picture!
Not thinking, and leaving the group, I made my way around the other side. As soon as I got to the other side I noticed that the bear was right in front of me! It had come up from the other side of the cliff! I started walking backwards and tripped and fell right in front of the bear. Its eyes fell on a blue berry bush down the path and he galloped away. I was safe. But there is one thing for certain- get out of there before mama bear comes! (Hint: if the mother bear thinks in any way you could hurt her baby she will attack- even if you’re hurting it in no way at all) well, that’s one of my stories from Sequoia National Park.
-QUINN ALLYN MARTIN