Brown Bears Playing During Golden Hour

Heavy rain thrashed against the outside of my tent and woke me from a deep sleep at 4 AM. I rubbed my eyes and rolled onto my back and looked up at the slightly sunken fabric as drops of water fell onto the sides of my mummy bag. I sat up, dejected, and worried about how I would keep my gear dry in these conditions. We set out for the day and, just after breakfast, the rain subsided as the sun partially emerged from the clouds overhead. Conditions continued to improve and, by evening, a soft golden light surrounded the "sisters" as they lunged at each other in the river.