So I was trundling along, admiring the lush undergrowth alongside the trail to Hawksbill's summit, and frankly not paying much attention to what was in front of me, when I suddenly glanced up. . .
and caught sight of this black bear (below) a few yards in front of me.
Now I'll have to tell ya that I'm not one to be easily deterred from achieving my objectives. Being so near the summit, I was determined to press on in the hope that the big guy (gal?) would just move on and allow me to pass as sometimes happens. But, for whatever reason, this bear was having none of it. Each time I made a move to pass, he made a move closer to the trail until I finally decided it was time to retreat and snapped this picture on the way out of Dodge.
Sorry for the fuzzy pic. I was just a tad more focused on avoiding trouble (and falling over a rock) than I was on the bear.