It never gets old watching bear cubs wrestle with their mothers, with themselves, with clumps of grass, twigs, or dead fish. Although it's appropriate to remain impartial, it's often difficult not to show some amount of affinity toward these goofy little cubs who want to chase the ravens and seagulls or stage a playfight with their mother who outweighs them by four hundred pounds. If I only had a video camera...
A slightly curious, slightly confused cub of the year attempting to determine if we are a good, bad, or benign presence in the landscape. 
A two and a half year old cub approaching slightly closer, trying to determine if we'll retreat if he wanders slightly nearer.. Of course we maintained our position, and he eventually realized we weren't afraid of him, nor were we a threat to him. He later went down to the creek and fished with his back to us. 
Another two and a half year old cub milling around on the sunny tideflat. A bald eagle and a few dozen Bonaparte gulls keep her company..
Mocha and her cub pushing two smaller bears away from a choice fishing hole.
Junebug and her nervous little cub caught in the middle of nine other bears (only one of which is visible in this photo). You'll be pleased to know that this little cub is still alive and well, and has gained a fair amount of weight this summer!
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