I’m what most call a city dweller, but every so often I do kick on my hiking boots to explore nature around me when the loud New York City streets become overwhelmingly loud, crowded, and this time of year, hot. Around this time last year, my friends and I packed into a car and drove to Upstate New York to go for a hike, “Will there be bears?” Shelly asked as we parked the car. I assured her “Of course not.” I’ve done this trail countless times, and haven’t crossed path with any furry creature, bear or bunny included. Of course, as if it was planned, the second we stepped out of our car and walked at least 100ft from the lot towards the trail a woman came up to us and said “be careful, I was on a run here when I ran past a family of bears.” Sure enough, we saw from a distance a large, assuming Mama Bear and her two (still shockingly large) cubs. To kill some time, we wandered into forest lodge and watched the bears until there was a safe distance between us, and we proceeded on our route.