Last Thursday evening when we were eating dinner at Cascade Lodge on the North Shore, Smokey left the table to go out to the van to get a refrigerator dish for his leftovers. (No styrofoam take-out containers were harmed in this act.) A moment later he came hurrying back into the restaurant to get me.
"There's a bear in the parking lot!" he said.
I grabbed my camera and followed him back outside.
The chef was out there, too, flapping a flattened cardboard box at her and yelling.
He told us she had been coming to the dumpster for two days. He had put wooden rods through the metal loops at each side of the dumpster (one is visible in the photo above) so she couldn't open it.
Didn't stop her.
The flapping and yelling did convince her that she was not welcome.
We returned the next night for the Friday fish fry. The chef — and some pipe and rebar — had solved the problem.
Poor hungry bear…