I'm a bear magnet, at least since moving to Montana. I had hoped that my luck with bear sightings would extend to my family's visit, but that's the one animal we didn't get to see. Of course, the day after they all leave, I literally almost run over a black cub. On my way to a home visit. He/she? ran across the highway right in front of my car, stopped in the ditch and just stared at me. I'm sure the mama bear was around somewhere, but I had to continue on. Sorry family, I'll try to work on the timing for your next trip!