Yesterday we were heading back to the cabin in Kings Beach after a pleasant, but warm, afternoon at the beach here at North Shore Tahoe.<br />n<br />nDriving down the little side road to get to the cabin, a couple of guys on bicycles were waving at us and pointing to a house we just passed. Through our open windows we heard one of them say “Bear!”.<br />n<br />nI caught a glimpse of the dark hued ursine turning a corner and meandering down a side yard between two cabins. I put the truck into reverse and powered in reverse back up the hill, stopping when we had a good view of the bear. Rita already had the camera ready, and through my open drivers side window I snapped the following picture.<br />n<br />n<a href=”” title=”click to enlarge”><!– s9ymdb:39 –><img width=’220′ height=’165′ style=”float: left; border: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;” src=”” alt=”” /></a><br />n<br />nThere was no fear anywhere in the truck, nor from the guys on the bikes. Just excitement that such a magnificent creature could be encountered in the broad daylight of a relatively populated area. What went through my mind was that after all these years camping, backpacking in the Sierras, a long road trip through Yellowstone, Tahoe trips, etc, this was my <em>very first</em> sighting of a wild bear.<br />n<br />nVery cool indeed.