I was camping in Colorado one summer near Cripple Creek. After a long day fishing with no luck and all out of instant coffee, I decided to take an invigorating dip into the icey cold creek for an instant pick me up. What an incredible feeling: crystal clear water dancing over the rocks, over my toes as I inched my way in until I am half in and chillaxin on a rock daydreaming up at the sky. Suddenly, I feel something tickling my toes and look down to see a little bear cub there drinking water. I really wanted to pet him, but I've always heard the mom is nearby and will attack. So, I look around and wonder, where the heck is she? and what if I'm petting the cub and she shows up? What then, certain death? Could it be this cub is an orphan? Maybe. Maybe not. There's no time for this circular logic, this is a rare opportunity that only happens once in a lifetime, do it! So I take my chances, I pet the cub and out of sheer excitement I shouted out, "whoo hoo, I pet the bear cub and I'm still alive!!!" Startled, the cub runs away into the woods.
WORTH IT!