Chewy the Bear (pictured investigating one of the Inuit camps)

We are desperately behind on blogging, sorry!

So, after being on the peninsula for 3 days, Chewy the Bear showed up. Chewy is a juvenile male grizzly and he showed great interest in everything that holds (or used to hold) water, air, or fish. Chewy scored 12 points against Heidi and Marilynn and managed to maim and/or destroy floats, 2 seal bags, 1 boat, sunscreen, a cooler, Heidi's cart (!!!!!!!), etc etc. He was completely unfazed by bear bangers, shotgun shells (as noisemakers), and airhorns. After Chewy's second visit, Heidi and Marilynn took stock.

Heidi: Let's take stock. We are currently in the middle of nowhere, floating in the Arctic ocean in an inflatable dinghy with no motor. In other news, a bear is ripping into our fish cooler and he now has his front paws on the zodiac. It's 10 p.m.

Marilynn (Looking through binoculars): Heidi, I'm not going to lie. Your cart is dead.

Heidi: Hmmm. I feel we should call camp and get some advice.

Whereupon Miramar kindly agreed to send out a bear monitor to help us keep an eye on Chewy. The bear monitor arrived at 7 am the next morning via the Scare Plane and found us where we had camped on an island so as not to be eaten by Chewy. Chewy showed up twice more. The last time, Mark the bear monitor reported that he ran down the shoreline, stopped briefly to bite our inflatable dinghy (a.k.a. Spinny - more stories to come), and kept running. Spite in bear format and definitely worth a laugh.