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Bears, Dreams, and the Wild Woods

My son Sean saw a bear up close once on Mount Lemmon. He saw it at our cabin, located at the edge of a forest that runs, unbroken, from the ski area down to Tucson. There are bears, coati, deer, mountain lions, and scruffy backpackers that roam up to the edges of land containing summer cabins and the little hamlet of Summerhaven. This is a story of a time when a visitor from the wild woods met an ordinary family from Tucson. Sean has since become an outdoor guide who seeks contact with rocks, trees, and living inhabitants of wild places.