Today I went for a hike up Caribou Mountain near Carcross with a few friends. The weather was perfect and the view from the top was well worth the slog.
We were a bit concerned when, at the very beginning of the trail, there was a large area of ground that had been dug up by a bear, and we found scat that – although it wasn’t steaming – was certainly not more than an hour or two old. However we figured there was safety in numbers, and with five of us we decided we’d be OK (if the chattering of five women wouldn’t notify a bear of our presence, nothing would!) And we were OK; we didn’t see any more bear sign for the rest of the hike. (This was not the case for Joe, who came back from his moose hunting trip with a tale of having had a close encounter of the grizzly kind, but that’s a story for another time. Suffice to say he was not attacked.)
Once up high, we saw several dall sheep – moms and their young ones. The rams were nowhere to be found. Here are a few photos of the day: