It was a beautiful day on a painting trip in the Teton mountains area of Wyoming. I had driven a road in a wilderness location which ended up in a small parking area. I parked the van with the back end toward some underbrush. Behind that growth was a swamp. My wife was with me, and she put a folding chair next to the front door of the van while I went looking around.
Suddenly I hear her anxiously calling me and she was pointing behind the van. There was the sound of something crashing through the underbrush. As I hurried back to her, I thought it might be a moose (a number of them had been spotted throughout the area). But as I got close to the van, there was a mama black bear, with two young cubs—total danger!
She had sent the cubs high up a pine tree about twenty feet behind the van and had climbed the tree to one of the lower branches from where she was making threatening growling sounds in her throat.
We exited quickly to more peaceful places!