by guest author Ellie Lamb

Queenie and I met six years ago as we both strolled through an open meadow near the Atnarko River. We had come across one another often over the years but this year at the start was a rocky one! While guiding four guests through an ancient forest in Tweedsmuir Park, I heard the sound of a bawling cub, a sound that clearly signalled the desperate call of a cub for her mom. Being on a high lookout, we saw this young cub running in a panic right below us and I knew the grizzly mom, whether it was Queenie’s or not, would be stressed so I quickly moved my guests out of the area I stayed out of that area for several days, but when I did go back there were cub and mom tracks throughout the area so I was fairly confident and grateful…