Same day we went to the Taylor Creek site, we also spent time at the adjacent Tallac Historic Site, which was a getaway for rich folks from the San Francisco Bay Area early in the twentieth century. In addition to checking out the cool old cabins and such, we also spent some time at the beach.
The company was great too, spending time with cousins from down south, and being really glad they like to cook and are really good at it!
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.
Driving 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!".
I 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.
There 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 very first sighting of a wild bear.