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This letter is written to the bear who comes around Lorimer Road.

Dear Mr. Bear.

I am writing to apologize for inadvertently leaving my trash bag on my deck on the way out to dinner last Friday evening. It is so hard this year to be a bear. Your food supply is low, and your natural instinct is to avoid man; then I came along and teased you with some tasty trash. I apologize for making you think it is acceptable to visit my deck, and make it part of your food pattern. I apologize for making you think it is acceptable to visit human areas, thereby causing fear to my neighbours, and the many pets in the area. I apologize for helping teach you that humans are way more afraid of you and that you can sit and enjoy some rotten old piece of fruit while we are trying to scare you away. I am sorry that my neighbour had to attempt to scare you away which would be a stressful burden for both of you. Mostly I am sorry that at some point you may become too habituated with humans and will have to be destroyed. And finally Mr Bear, sorry there won't be any more trashy treats at my house for you.

My apologies extend to all the people working to teach us about these beautiful creatures, and maintaining their survival.

E. Bryn-Jones

Whistler

 

In your July 26th issue a former Whistler resident lamented about how Whistler men are "jaded and emotionally crippled." Allow me to retort.

I spent my first full season working in Whistler in 2001/02. I am a degreed professional who has been working full time for many, many years. I'm not a 20-year-old just out of high school, as most of the guys are. I gave up a good salary to live the dream of living in Shangri-La. Why? It wasn't for the money. Because I was sick of working for the man. Sick of a stress-filled job that made my life miserable. Sick of material possessions. Sick of being judged by how much money I made. Sick of having to drive an expensive car to appear to live at a level equal to my salary. I needed to make a change in my life that made me happy. Going and working at the mountain every day was the most profound experience I've ever had. Teaching people how to ride was the most rewarding and fun job I could ever imagine.

I had to come home (Toronto) for this summer to take care of some business but I fully intend on returning this season, and I fully intend on staying forever. I'm not in a "state of extended adolesence." I am living life and enjoying it to the fullest. My other life wasn't working for me. It took me a long time to figure that out.

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