Bears on the Porch Log Cabin |
This quilt has a story: when I was a little girl, my parents worked in Grand Teton during the summer. My first memory is of a bear cub looking at me through a window. My mom supplies more of the details: We were living at the fire-lookout tower on the ridge over-looking Spaulding Bay on Jackson Lake. The one room cabin was at the foot of the tower. I was standing on a cot "which had been pushed up against the wall as a sort of divan." She looked up and saw me standing looking out at a bear cub who was looking in. The bear looked for awhile, and then ambled off.
So, Bear on the Porch Log Cabin.