I went on a day trip to a city 200 miles away where I go about once a year to visit friends. On the drive there, I went through a mountainous region. I was coming around a curve and saw a big black thing moving in the middle of the road ahead of me. I could see that it was moving – I couldn’t tell what it was for a few more hundred feet.
Then I saw that it was a large black bear.
I saw a bear around this area once before, but it was on the side of the road, so I just drove by. This time, with the bear just in the middle of the narrow mountain road, I had no room to go around it, so I put my hazards on and tried to pull as far to the side of the road as I could, about 50 feet in front of the bear.
I didn’t want to be so close, but I was afraid of backing up on this curvy road with low visibility. I started to search for my phone with my right hand fishing in the passenger seat, keeping my eyes on the bear, which was just sort of pacing around in place.
I didn’t know who I would call, but it seemed like the thing to do, since I couldn’t do anything else. The bear had noticed my car approaching, and now seemed to be about as stunned as I was. As I was looking for my phone, it looked right at me and I froze completely. I sat there and got a good look in it’s eyes, and then it crossed to the side of the road, and went up the mountain. I watched it for a bit, and then remembered I was in a dangerous place to have my car just sitting there, so I finished my trip.