I had not seen him for about six months, but there he was grizzly 122, walking in the distance toward my direction along the railway line. I above the tracks watched him, he was walking at his normal slow pace, not missing anything, taking in all the smells. It's his way of gathering all the information, it's his way of going on Facebook and seeing what others he share the area with might be up to. Two weeks have passed since I saw him, is he still wandering looking for food or has the last snow storm followed by the cold temperatures told his instincts its time for bed.
Until next moment,