My honeymoon began with a park ranger demonstrating how to use anti-bear spray. My new wife mocked me with her eyes as I paid unflinching attention to how long to wait before unleashing the potent pepper spray-like cloud at my grizzly assailant (“When the bear is a car’s length from you”). I gulped and reached for my wallet.
“That’s $50,” the ranger said, after giving me a practice go on her dummy gun. “But it comes with a free holster.”
“I’ll take it,” I said, steadying myself against the geotectonic shift caused by my wife’s eye roll.
We were deep in bear country – Kananaskis Country, to be precise – two days into our honeymoon in the Canadian Rockies, and our first with the camper van that…
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