It was a beautiful, if slow, drive over the mountain backbone of the island. Tofino was completely charming – atlhough I think we may have been the only people in town over 21 and I’m surprised they served us in the coffee shop.
We spent some time wandering the very gorgeous Long Beach. It’s my favorite kind of beach – easy access, firm sand, miles and miles of space to wander, and lots of rocky outcrops and tide pools to poke around in for treasure.
On the way back, we encountered a nominee for the Darwin award. Bryan slowed down because there was a car only partially off the road to the side up ahead. As we neared, we saw these things: 1 – a black bear about ten feet off the road, snacking on shrubbery, and 2 – a beaming tourist, rushing back from his car on foot, camera in hand, ready to grab the picture.
Hello, it’s a BEAR! Although it may be the size of a Newfoundland retriever, it’s not going to be nearly as receptive to close-up photography. Why in the world would anyone rush a bear on foot with a camera? Maybe his logic was, “Roadside bears are domesticated bears.” “It’s so little, it’s probably a cub, so it won’t be aggressive.” “I bet I can outrun it.” “It looks like a vegetarian bear.”
I sure hope I don’t read about him in today’s paper
And no, I didn’t get a picture.