I remembered there were two guys working at the bridge on the way in. I also remembered seeing a construction trailer, a piece of heavy equipment and maybe an outhouse or portapotty. I figured if the bears caused any trouble maybe I could scramble on top of the trailer or backhoe.
The scale of the place…
More sheep tracks
You can’t see it, but I’m smiling ear to ear.
I made it to the bridge without meeting the bears, too bad.
This is Joe, he works construction. He and his buddy are rigging to jack up the bridge. They are replacing the steel roller bearings with elastomeric “pads”. He sort of smiled when he said it. I had to congratulate him on his “office”. Joe said the bears had come through about 15 minutes before I got there. They sniffed around, crossed the road, descended to the river and wandered off.
Their walkboard, to be suspended under the bridge to set the rig and jacks.
Joe’s “office”. I decided to sit here to wait for the next bus. A retired construction worker feels right at home in the shit.
Joe gets back to work under the bridge.
The next bus I caught had a warning dash light that was bothering the driver. He tried several times to radio dispatch with no answer. Finally after several miles he decided to shut it down and wait for confirmation to continue. Most of us got off and boarded another bus.
My new ride.
Visible one out of three days, on the way back Denali raised her skirts.