Greetings from Shenandoah National Park

A number of years ago, my husband, two young daughters and I were having a picnic on a golden day amidst the Park’s radiant, autumnal colors–a privilege we Virginians appreciate. The picnic area was deserted except for another family in an area that was removed from ours.

We had finished our cookout and were sitting at the picnic table enjoying a few sweets. Suddenly, from my vantage point, I saw a very large black bear coming out of the woods. We carefully walked out of the area to the roadway, which was a bit higher than the picnic area, and called to the other family to watch with us. The bear knew we were there, but showed no concern.

First, s/he went to the fireplace and licked the warm grids where food had cooked earlier. Then, s/he went to the head of the table and sat down. Next, s/he knocked over the carton of milk and then the lemonade container. Because of the sturdy table covering we had used, s/he was able to lap up the liquids without difficulty.

Next, s/he saw uneaten food on my daughters’ plates and dined with decorum and manners befitting any picnicker. After finishing those morsels, s/he spied the full package of cookies still resting on the table. With one fell swoop, s/he grabbed the bag and ran swiftly into the woods from whence s/he came and disappeared with the prize.

My husband is no longer on earth and my daughters are grown, but to this day we smile with delight at remembering our picnic with the bear. Living near the Park has always been a blessing!

Sincerely,
Jeannie