Haha get it? Puns.
But anyways, our third day of our vacation was a beautiful day, the rain stopped in Golden so we decided to visit Yoho National Park and find a good hike to do.
I’m paranoid as fuck. So I demanded that we own bear spray. The visitors center pointed us in the right direction, and suggested that we visit Wapta Falls. They also mentioned that a mama bear and her cubs were spotted not far from the area, hence my paranoid desperation for bear spray. Mama bears will rip your face off.
So off we went on our adventure! The parking lot is teeny tiny, so be prepared! Only about 7 cars will fit until they open up the road, and that’s if people don’t park badly, so go early. We wedged my little car into the parking lot the best I could and started out down the trail.
The trail starts as a service road, turning into a hiking path. After about the first 20 minutes of hiking, you come to a flat path horizontal to a steep incline. Can’t go up, can’t go down, can only go forward.
After all of that, you’ll finally make it to the falls. If you don’t mind some steep downhill trails, you can go right to the rivers edge and look up towards Wapta Falls. Very pretty, I’m quite pleased that we didn’t miss out on it.
The boyfriend and I messed around on the rocky shore for a while, eating lunch, skipping rocks, and seeing who could keep their feet in the icy water the longest (spoiler: not me!). There was only one other family down there who left early so we had the whole place to ourselves. It’s a beautiful place, with an absolutely amazing view!
Something new I realized: alone is not always better. We decided to pack up and head out, discussing what we would do later in the evening. A strange noise caught my attention, it sounded like a creaky gate being opened and closed. Despite not knowing for even what a second what a cougar sounds like, that was my first thought. Need I remind you of my paranoia?
Weird sound = watch your back, you hyper-vigilant wanderer. As we hiked further down the trail, climbing over fallen trees, my heart had slowed down but my head hadn’t. Probably a good thing, because that’s when we heard strange noises. First, the strange creaky gate sounds. And then, all of the fallen trees on the slope above the path started breaking and crunching. Then we heard the worst sound ever: heavy, deep huffing – almost a growl. Immediately we knew it was a bear, so we stopped dead in our tracks.
I’m an over-reactor. I tend to envision the worst and assume the worst of outcomes. I immediately saw visions of us high tailing it away from a pissed off mama bear and being eaten. I tearfully pulled the bear spray out of my boyfriend’s bag, and we started heading back towards the falls. Our plan was to wait it out and see if the bear would move, since we couldn’t avoid the path. One way in, one way out.
We occupied ourselves with googling bear facts and what to do in case of a bear attack. I also learned how to hold bear spray, because apparently when I’m filled with adrenaline and preparing to be eaten alive, I’m more likely than not to be a dumb ass and point the can towards my own face.
I think I can genuinely say that the most glorious moment in my life was when we saw other hikers walking towards the falls. They hadn’t heard the bear or seen anything strange, so we were finally safe to head back. I’ve never talked so loudly about such mediocre things in my whole life until that walk back. We wanted the bear to know exactly where we were, while having a white-knuckle grip on the bear spray.
So that’s my anticlimactic story of a bear encounter… Any of you ever encountered a bear??