When we arrived in Juneau, our host, Linda, gave us a tour of her B&B. Our room (it has twin beds with pink quilts -- it would have been any seven-year-old girl's dream) is around back and downstairs. As we walked out of the back door Linda pointed to a spot on the ground and said, "See that smudge? That's a bear butt print. He evidently came through last night. See here at the top of the stairs, all those hairs? He rubbed up against there as he turned the corner." Then she took us down the stairs to our room. It was the first one at the bottom, by the stairs. David and I looked at each other with a twinge of concern stretching across our faces. Inside the room David said, "You know I'll sleep right through it if the bear passes by. If you hear anything you'll have to wake me up." Needless to say, it was a rather sleepless night for me. I woke up with every creak and branch sway.
The B&B is cute though.
I hope we survive.
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