I made a brief foray into a region where a friend and I tracked a bear a couple of weeks ago. I never wrote about that tracking experience but it was fascinating. We followed the bear's movements for a couple of hours, following day-old tracks.
In the photo below, the bear had walked through the snow toward where I was standing. He used a "direct registering" walk, where each hind paw fell exactly onto the track left by the front paw on the same side.
In one place, the bear tried to enlarge an opening among a jumble of boulders by digging out dirt. His long claws ran into rock under the dirt, and he gave up, meandering deeper into the forest in search of his winter home.
I love tracking, seeing the story of a wild bear's travels in our forest unfold in the snow.
I can't wait until K can join me on these explorations in the forest again (although I'd never take her near a bear den - bears are very afraid of dogs). She was my tracking buddy last winter, and I hope that she can be again!