But by the time we returned to within 45 minutes of the parking lot, at around 11:30 a.m., there were dozens and dozens of people enjoying the scenery. Families, babies, dogs, children, older folks, foreigners, tourists, you name it. It was the Disneyland of Hiking.
I wondered what the take-away message was from this hike and I decided there wasn’t really a message. I had stepped into the living (and dining) room of Burning Bear Creek, intruded on a lunch buffet, eavesdropped on afternoon gossip, and tromped through what may have been a period of bereavement or rest for a tribe of cows. It was regular life and death drama, going on as it does every day, every month, every year, whether humans see it (and hear it) or not.