Bears, beware of humans

Hi everyone! My mom gave me two photos today, mine are still at the shop, so I'll share these two. We went camping almost 10,000 feet up in the High sierras. I have been going there for over 20 years and have never seen a bear. Oh, I've always been aware that they exist up there, but have hiked and camped and never spotted one. Well let me tell you, this year was much different! Bears everywhere! It freaked us royally. It's a good thing we didn't tent camp this year, I would have gone home the first day if that was the case. The guy that owns the cabins and has owned them for almost 40 years, said with the drought and fire they had in the area the bears are starving. The first one we saw was by the lake while we were fishing, the first day. We noticed something moving across the lake, (not a huge lake) and thought maybe it was a large brown dog. But the way it moved we soon realized it was a bear. We couldn't believe it.I kept telling everyone that bears move fast and he was moving around the the shoreline towards us. Pretty soon he disappeared into the trees and I said "I'm outta here!" Quickly everyone followed me out towards our car. No sooner had we gotten in the car, there he was looking right at us. I was so glad we had taken the car to the lake instead of walking like we usually did. That bear we named Cinnamon because she was a beautiful cinnamon color. We saw her many times over the next week, sometimes walking across the patio by our sliding glass door. We would be sitting out there and watch her walk by while glancing at us. Other times we watched her walk up by the stream where my husband would clean his fish. The next bear we saw we named Cubby. This was a young brown bear with a white face. Cute as a button until he started running from behind a tree towards my husband as he was cleaning fish. I screamed at the top of my lungs, the bear looked at me and ran up the hill. He stood there for almost 30 min. looking at us and finally lay down and went to sleep. From that moment on, the bear watch started while he was cleaning the fish, hahaha. We never saw Cubby again after that day though. The third bear we saw was a huge black bear we named, umm Blackie. Original huh? This one came around 10pm each night. He would throw down our metal trash can, and pound on it until the top popped off. The feast would begin. We would wait for him to leave, clean it all up and about three hours later we would hear the trash can go down again. This time it would be Cinnamon. The next bear we called Scruffy. He just looked, well, scruffy. He was black and brown with some white on his chest. This was the lazy one. He would knock down the trash can and then lay down on his stomach and eat, hahaha. This is a picture of Scruffy. I have more pictures of the bears being developed. I should be getting them on Friday so I'll do another post. The last night before we left, we decided to feed the beers. We had been taking all our trash to the nearby campground and putting it in their big metal dumpster, instead of our metal trash can outside our cabin, mainly because we got tired of cleaning up the mess three times a night. But, the last night, we cleaned out the fridge and boxes and threw everything we weren't bring back home with us, in the metal can. Hey, they're hungry, let them have a feast. This is what went into the can: meatloaf, large bag of marshmallows, soup, bread, corn on the cob, lunch meat, chips, steak bones with a lot of steak still attached, crackers, and more, but can't think right now of the rest. We were hoping they would share, but haha, nope. Scruffy came by first, stayed for 20 minutes and ate everything. He did this while laying on his belly and only looking up when he heard a noise. He would keep going back to the marshmallow bag hoping to find more, hahahaha This next pic is of my Mom and husband by the lake before the bear came. See how happy and calm they look? I wish I could have taken an after pic, hehe. I stole my husbands hat because I forgot mine and he had to put a bandanna over his ears and use his other hat. I called him my little homeboy. For all you faithful friends that found me here, this is for you.