Genevieve Bennett
My sister Kate asked me once when we were on a survey together if I walk along yelling “hey bear” so I wouldn’t walk right into any surprised bears, or if I am quiet, since the point is to monitor wild animals. I said I used to yell a lot more than I do now, but don’t tell our mom. I laugh about that the next time I am going up early over Lincoln Pass..
Walking up to the pass felt wonderful. The morning’s cold and I move fast. I don’t shout for bears. I don’t shout for bears. They wouldn’t have heard me above the wind and the little cold noisy streams running out between big red shale boulders and green ferns. Tiny white alpine sandwort, purple cupped harebells. Two million years of glaciation here have excavated long straight valleys you can look down for miles without a break in the line of your sight.



