Searching for that inner Grizzly Adams

This year we decided to

vacation in the Canadian

Rockies in Alberta.

Most of our time was spent

in the Jasper and Banff

area of Southern Alberta.

These tourist towns are well

known for their abundance

of wildlife, wilderness hiking

trails and glorious landscapes.

I had watched every

episode of the short-lived

TV series in my late 20’s, and

decided it was high time for

me to get in touch with my

inner “Grizzly Adams.”

As usual, I set my goals

extremely high for our trip

to the Canadian wilderness.

First; wrestle with a

bear (preferably a grizzly)

and win: Second; ride an

elk across a swiftly flowing

river: Third; assist a family of

beavers to build a dam: Four;

butt heads with a bighorn

sheep: Five; swim and eat

twigs with a moose. At this

point I must confess that I

failed miserably in achieving

any of my lofty goals.

However, we did see, up

close and personal, myriad

wild animals in their natural

habitat doing what they do

best–looking for food and

eating.

Our first encounter

occurred on our way to Jasper.

Among the “tips” we

gathered about wild animals,

we were cautioned to

be careful of critters crossing

the streets when driving

and to be on the lookout

for cars pulled over, since

this usually meant curious

tourists snapping pictures

of roadside wildlife. Sure

enough, about five miles

outside of Jasper we spotted

numerous vehicles

haphazardly parked on the

hard shoulder of the road

with dozens of folks madly

clicking away. We joined

the frenzy and discovered

a striking, relaxed bighorn

sheep resting comfortably

on the side of a fifty foot

high sheer rock formation.

As he casually observed the

chaotic scene below, I got

the strong feeling this was

a ritual he preformed daily

to pass the time people

watching. Studying him precariously

perched thirty feet

above the ground, it proved

hard to comprehend just

how he possibly got to the

narrow ledge he was nonchalantly

resting upon.

We had signed up for a

wildlife tour for our first

night in Jasper. I’m not generally

a big fan on tours

since they are often overpriced

and restricting. However,

we had conducted

countless hours of internet

research and discovered

what appeared to be an

exceptional family-owned

company with unbelievably

high ratings on tripadvisor

and reasonably priced. The

Jasper Tour Company with

Joe Urie, who is the owner

and head guide, truly lived

up to the rave reviews. Most

of the people we encountered

on our vacation judged

how successful their wildlife

viewing had been based on

whether or not they spotted

a bear. It was a “badge

of honor” to proudly report,

“Ya we saw a black bear yesterday.”

So, when our group

of nine climbed into Joe’s

van the universal question

was, “Joe, are we going to

see a bear?” Joe didn’t want

to get our hopes up; however,

he informed us he

would do everything possible

to find one. Towards

the end of our tour Joe

turned onto a private road,

explaining that a few days

ago he had seen a black bear

in this location sitting on the

railroad tracks. Although not

on the tracks, Joe, with his

x-ray vision, somehow spotted

this impressive creature

eating berries in a wooded

area. For the next fifteen

minutes or so we slowly and

cautiously followed as the

black bear moved from berry

bush to berry bush stripping

the foliage of its fruit, while

nervously glancing at our

van to access if we posed any

danger. Without consulting

Joe, I decided this wasn’t the

appropriate time or place to

fulfill my first goal of the trip.

During the remainder of

our excursion we spotted

bighorn sheep, a bald eagle,

elk with massive antlers,

mountain goats and a coyote.

We also spent some quality

time with a large moose

leisurely bathing in, where

else?, Moose Lake, had a

huge doe just a few feet away

fly past us on a hiking trail,

and witnessed some of the

most breathtaking, scenic

mountains, waterfalls, lakes

and rivers on God’s green

earth. I believe Dan Haggerty

(aka Grizzly Adams) would

be proud.

Pete Whalon, author of “The

Siagon Zoo” has called Southern

California home since age

five.