A few days ago, I posted some photos of a grizzly bear eating from my box, eating from my bag on my bike, and even having a standoff with a police car.
Here's what happened:
I rode my bike all the way from Fairbanks, Alaska, heading north for 800 kilometers until I reached the northernmost town called Deadhorse. After taking a picture in front of the sticker wall, I left the town and found a camping spot by the riverbank.
There were two huge RVs and a small car parked nearby.
There was an airport where planes took off and landed, and a busy road with trucks passing by frequently. I didn't think there would be any bears around. But then...
I had just get off from by tent, went to talk to the guys from the car and RVs,
A truck driver came to tell us there is a grizzly bear around, becareful.
We were interesting for it, so we walked a little to watch him
Soon, he turned around, came to us ...
