Last Friday afternoon I was working at a house on Main Street in Washington. Sitting on the tailgate of my vehicle looking in my toolbox, I heard what sounded like a galloping horse coming in my direction. I looked up to see a large bear running across the street, headed right at me. It was over in seconds. The bear came by the vehicle, close enough to reach out and touch (which I didn’t), down the driveway and through the backyard headed toward Harris Hollow.
The rest of the day was kind of boring.