The bears are in full force here in Aspen. This is the latest from this afternoon (for Round 1, see the last post) . . . and Sam and Becky had a front row seat for over an hour while this bear had its way with our not-so-bear-proof "bear proof" garbage can.
Becky brought Sam home for his afternoon nap on Saturday. She came in the house, gave Sam a snack, and heard someone playing with the doorknob on the backdoor. Being as smart as she is, she peaked out the window before she opened the door. 3 BEARS! From Friday night to Sunday afternoon, we saw 5 bears around the house.
After the bears wander away, we go out to the driveway to check it out. Sam loves it. It is exhilerating . . . you never know when they are watching you from the trees!
On any given day, Sam has river water, syrup, dirt, ketchup, honey and grass in his hair. If it is on his hands, it is in his hair too. After a day with no bath, his hair is as greasy as Travolta's.
But it is summer time . . . so no worries.
If you drive eight miles up the canyon from where we currently live, the road ends here, at the Maroon Bells (elevation 14,156) and Maroon Lake.
It is great to be able to come home from work, have dinner, and fly-fish in the backyard for ten minutes before bed . . .
Wrestling with a brown trout from Maroon Creek outside our kitchen window . . .
Fish LANDED!!
But I should have put on my waders, eh?
Then, (see Sam's leg below) Sam had an accident on the slide at the park which warranted a trip to the Emergency Room, but we think he will live.
Now he limps around the house like Tiny Tim.
We celebrated with the quintessential American treat . . . ice cream!! 
