Realm of the Grizzly Bear
By Alex Morgan
The forest seemed different to Jarrod, strange and unworldly, as he walked deeper into the brush than he had on previous excursions. Was it because he was venturing farther into unfamiliar territory and feared losing his way back to his truck? The rain kept a steady downpour, creating a thick, hot atmosphere among the trees as if he was in Mother Nature’s own steam room. He had removed his shirt hours ago in an effort to keep cool, but the oppressive humidity made him sweat, and his chest hair was soaking wet and stuck to his skin.
Or was it the forest being so quiet with only the sound of the rain? Jarrod could not hear any birds singing, insects buzzing, or any other sounds omnipresent in the wilderness.
Or perhaps I’m on a fool’s errand, he t
