Me, I am afraid of a bear, well bears to be precise. I have a debilitating fear of these, in the words of Stephen Colbert, "Godless killing machines", so much so that I haven't been able to enjoy this country as much as I would like. I love wondering the hills and beaches in England, off for a walk whenever possible. But here, here in America it is different. I am paralyzed by the fear that there is a bear just waiting for me round the next corner. This is kind of silly because when I spent a summer in the African bush we would go walking everyday and even slept out under the stars one night. I was never really afraid of African animals, I am not entirely sure why. But bears, well bears are different aren't they.
Anyway yesterday R got fed up with my being a wuss and not wanting to go for a walk so he found a walk that he has done before, and that has many people on the trail. I reluctantly agreed and kept very quiet from the nerves on the way there. Well it was of course excellent, the scenery is so beautiful and once we got going my nerves subsided and I managed to enjoy myself. We looked for fossils, chased some lizards and enjoyed the magnificent scenery around us.
Lots of love