I had grand plans this morning. Ride through Bear Creek Park to Gold Camp Road, then take Gold Camp as far as felt sensible — preferably past High Drive, perhaps even around the collapsed tunnel.

That is, until I met the bears.

It’s a lousy shot — never, ever use the lame-ass zoom on an iPhone 3GS — but you get the general idea. There I was, just riding along, when all of a sudden. …

Looks like mama is teaching the kids how to forage in some high-dollar trash cans. There are some nifty properties up there overlooking the Broadmoor, and I’ll bet the garbage is pretty damn’ fine.