A leisurely day with some leisurely bouldering in the Poudre Canyon. Ann and I both make our fingers pink and raw, arms exhausted. There are wild berries everywhere here, and I wonder if we’ll see more bear sign, but none appears. During the night, however, there is a loud huffing outside our tent that sends Jezze fleeing in terror. I get up to investigate, but it crashes off to a safe distance. We can’t imagine what else it could have been. Later we hear gunshots and wonder it wandered into another, better armed camp.