Been on a 15km hike through old forest today following the tracks of a bear...or maybe he was following us? We've seen many tracks of bears here in the north of Sweden but never actually faced one. Shy animals as they are.
The bear tracks on the photo are not fresh but probably from spring when the dirt road was softened due to the snow melt.
After having left the dirt road I couldn't find any good foot prints on the forest soil. But other things like claw marks or bear poop.
I'm not sure how I'd react if I saw a bear...my heart would probably beat twice as fast of excitement and I'd feel the urge to run away but couldn't because first I'd be paralysed by fear and second I'd know it's the wrong thing to do.
That doesn't stop me though from going into the wilderness, leaving the marked trails, equipped with a map (I know, we're old fashioned without GPS but we still manage...;-) exhausting myself physically and enjoy the rewarding views of nature. The urge of freedom and thirst for adventure is stronger than the fear.