Our camp at Bambi Ridge was less than 3 miles away from Bear Patch so it came as no surprise that we would see bears in this area. Our dogs were always alerting to something on the hill directly across from camp and little cricket would always act a little apprehensive and scared when I took her for her evening walk.
The following video shows Rocket who is obviously upset about something she has seen - probably a bear. She is such a good watch dog, and we never have to worry about anything sneaking up on us with her around.
On several occasions we spotted a pair of 5-6 month old cubs either running up the hill or across the narrow pass through which the stream meandered to another hill just north of camp. Never spotted their mother, but she had to be close by, possibly on top of the hill somewhere. The following two photos shows the pass and the hill where we most often spotted the cubs - they were always on the run.
Overturned rocks I found on the hills closest to our camp - sure signs that bears were in the area.
During a short hike up and around the hills near camp, I spotted the following little tree that had obviously been used as a rubbing post. Not far from this tree, I found some bear scat, so I'm pretty sure it was marked by a bear instead of deer or elk. It was well worn, so it must have been used as a favorite rubbing post.
On a hillside near camp, we found what looked like a grave marker. The rock and wood covered mound behind the marker, looked to me to be about the size of someone's beloved pet - perhaps a dog. Finding the marker really touched my heart because I imagined this area must have been special to them, and the dog's owner may have hiked these hills with their furry companion. I was also touched by the near triangular perfection of the stone marker - someone took great care in choosing that particular stone to mark their pet's final resting place.
A beautiful specimen of Adelpha eulalia, also known as the Arizona Sister, They are a fairly common sight in the White Mountains. I had been trying for weeks to get a descent pic of one!
The following photos are near the top of the hill I nicknamed bear hill. Once we got to the top, I was surprised to find a small fire pit, so it must have been used as a campsite at some time.
Little cricket always tries to find the highest viewpoint from which to survey the territory. Without a doubt, she is the best trail dog I have ever owned.