There was no way we were going to find that bear. No way. Papa and the bigs set out on a bike ride this morning, keeping their eyes open, hoping to see Rawr.
After the boys’ PE class and a quick trip to the library we headed back home. Instead of turing left into my neighborhood I decided to turn right into Bierstadt. We were able to follow about a half-mile of the path we walked yesterday. I reminded everyone to keep their eyes on the ground, of course, but also on the bushes, because sometimes courteous passers-by will place obviously-left-behind items on the bushes, in hopes the owner will return.
The closer we got to the fields the lower our hope levels dropped. I got to the end of the road, right where the fields began, and I was just about to get out and walk a little bit. At almost the exact same time Bailey and Nana yelled, “THERE IT IS!”
Sure enough, tied to a pole with a bit of string, was Rawr.