A month after we got our brand new bright, beautiful Jeep we went to Lake Tahoe.

In my desire to incite a bear experience I wore my bear leggings and bear shirt.

We pulled up to a hiking spot and I sensed a presence. I said “I wonder if a bear is here?” and then Mike said “There’s a bear here!’

And indeed there was a pretty cinnamon-colored bear munching on old bread and dry spaghetti that a bad person had left behind.

Out of caution, I locked the door and the sound of the locking made the bear curious. Oooops.

Cinnabear got on its hind legs to inspect our car, then eventually crawled on top. We had a bear above us! In our new Jeep!

No harm was done and the bear ran away. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how magical it was. This print recalls that day. I miss you Cinnabear.