Der Bingle found a sign on the Internet and he shared it:

Here is what it says in case you don’t read green and yellow –

Due to the frequency of human-bear encounters, the B C Fish and
Wildlife Branch is advising hikers, hunters, fishermen, and any persons
that use the out of doors in a recreational or work related function to
take extra precautions while in the field.

We advise the outdoorsman to wear little noisy bells on clothing so as
to give advance warning to any bears that might be close by so you don’t
take them by surprise.

We also advise anyone using the out-of doors to carry “Pepper Spray”
with him in case of an encounter with a bear.

Outdoorsmen should also be on the watch for fresh bear activity, and
be able to tell the difference between black bear feces and grizzly bear
feces. Black bear feces is smaller and contains lots of berries and
squirrel fur. Grizzly Bear Schitt has bells in it and smells like pepper.

Pottermom dropped by during her vacation to remark that she hoped our air conditioner was installed – it was – and to remark it had snowed while they were on vacation in Colorado. I wonder if they were in her Mini Cooper and if it had an incipient panic attack visualizing snowdrifts sooooooo high. Maybe she had to go out in the night and talk to it, reassuring the little car that a few flakes do not a blizzard make . . .

But maybe they flew to CO and rented a local car, one that eyed the sky and purred, “Bring it on, bring it on.”

But speaking of August weatther, I was born this month and that day’s high is a record that still stands. That was 60 years ago. My husband has  joked (?) that the Gates of Hell opened that day . . .  I’ve been known for throwing a few foot-stomping temper tantrums. Okay, more than a few. If only it were an Olympic event.