Seeing bears is a requirement for a proper Alaskan trip. The first campsite in Juneau hadn’t had a bear sighting in a month. The second hadn’t had one in 5 days. We saw a grizzly fishing on the way to the third site. Since G kept reminding me that he didn’t need to be faster than the bear, just faster than the slowest person in the party (me), I sent him to get the pics. And as we were pulling into our last site, a black bear was coming out.