When I came across 650, the grizzly sow from the last blog, she had two cubs that were in a nearby tree. I aimed my camera at that tree, but didn't think I caught them as they kept moving up and down between the limbs.
Here's one of them peeking out, but I didn't catch the two of them together.
There's a rule that we use when we are on our trips out west that an old Indian told me. If you find it, you get to name it.
I'm claiming this one. His name is 650.1.
