About two weeks before I filmed this, I had a dream of a black bear. In the dream, myself and the bear were in pretty near identical positions. The bear was on the edge of a clearing, upslope from me. I think I was walking near a stream. Suddenly, I saw the bear and for a moment I felt terrified, but quickly calmed down as I realized the bear seemed totally satisfied doing its own thing.
I’ve looked online to see if any particular meaning is attributed to a dream of a black bear. I read a few things, but nothing seemed to relate. I think it may be as simple as the fact that I’d been thinking about living in the Yukon lately.
But, this film is not from the dream. Here we are, on the side of a highway, with lots of cars badly (and dangerously) parked on the side of the highway between Squamish and Whistler. The bear seems to pay no mind, except when it hears a car honk. The funny thing is we drove to Whistler, ate lunch there, walked around, and drove back 3 hours later, and the bear was still there in the same spot, eating. Must have been it’s first meal in a few months.