It turned out to be a 75-80 lb male. Rick was estimating him to be about two years old. Judging by the speed, the bear ran out of camp hoping to never see us again. He awoke with two new earrings, a tattoo, and a tooth that was missing. It sounds like a bad morning after a night on the town. I am guessing, by the fact we have not seen him anymore, that he is done with this place. He is on to find a patch of blackberries or some little critter that he can out run. I hope we never see #567 again. That means it was a lesson learned and life saved.
Today is turning out to be a beautiful day up top. We received 1.3" of rain yesterday. The sun is out and the sky is blue today. I think it is time to do some laundry so it might actually dry.