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I shall call the bear Henry

Susan and I are going to fill the drawers of the Halloween boxes we're making for each other with cabinet of curiousity type items.  With that in mind I accompanied my husband to his brother's house in the country last weekend, to see what kind of curiousities I could find.  I ended up wandering around lost in the woods for two or three hours.  A forest management company thinned the thick forest around eight years ago or so, so the topography was much different than I remembered.  Even my husband, who grew up there, commented on how disorienting it is now.

I wasn't too worried about being lost, as I knew if I didn't return eventually my husband would come looking for me...and I knew that although the forest is quite large it is bordered by four roads I'm familiar with, and I was bound to stumble on one of them eventually.  Though I second guessed that second thought when I realized I had come upon a clearing with a distinctive tree for the third time.  I deduced that the reason I was walking in circles was because I was avoiding the large patches of thorny raspberries that had sprung up wherever sunlight made contact with the forest floor.  To not walk in another circle I pushed my way through a dense fifty foot wide patch of raspberries as tall as I am, using a thick stick to push the vines down in front of me so that I could step over them.  I was wearing capri pants and a t-shirt, so my lower legs and arms got all scratched up.  I rested for a while when I got to the other side, cursing myself for taking a walk on an extremely hot and humid day with only a specimen bag and a bug kill jar, without a bottle of water...and being thankful that sharks are in the ocean, not the forest, because I was pretty bloody.

I set off in what I thought was the right direction, and eventually heard someone else walking in the woods.  Assuming it was my husband looking for me I started in that direction.  It wasn't my husband, it was a bear.  Fortunately the bear was more frightened of me than I was of it so ran away from me. I decided turning around and walking in the other direction would be a good idea.  It was, because it wasn't much longer before the skyline indicated a clearing was ahead, and that clearing turned out to be the field behind my brother-in-law's house.

By the time I made it back to the house my face was so red that I frightened my husband.  After a few glasses of water and a brief rest I was fine.

I did gather some curiosities :)

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Susan

I'm glad that Henry was too stuffed full of raspberries to want to take a bite out of you! Are the bramble scratches healing up?
And did you find any good curiosities??

My cabinet isn't going as fast now - had to take the pulls off the drawers because they wobbled and that just wasn't going to fly. But this is one of the most fun projects I have done for a while, and every new bit of work on it inspires something else!

Youngest son is coming today to spend a few days before college starts up, so I am going to put him to work outside helping build my new flower bed and I'll be eager to work on the cabinet again next week.
First project for him is to help me switch over to my new scary phone!

Melinda

A freaking bear?! My sister was telling me there was a bear downtown awhile ago.

brae

Oh, my! :O You were lucky, I'm sure you realize. But, what a story to have!

Miniature Treasures

A memorable story to go with the curiosities that you collected! looking forward to seeing them.

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