The meadow was actually more of a bog, a low-lying jungle of brushy groundcover about two feet high, barely supported underneath by another foot of soaked moss and peat. "They're sleeping now, through the afternoon.
Being midday, and hot, there were no bears to be seen. After a twenty minute walk through a spruce forest, we came into what appeared to be a broad, open meadow about four hundred yards across. Our guide asked us if we wanted to go for a hike into the interior of the island, to a clearing where grizzlies were known to feed. My family and I were sea kayaking with humpback whales in the Icy Strait, and we stopped on the shore of Chichagof Island for lunch. One of the most haunting experiences I have ever had as a man took place on an early summer day in Alaska.
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