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My family and I recently returned from a trip to
Alaska, a place that combines supernatural beauty with a breathtaking amount of
bear risks. I'll start with some facts at a glance: WHERE
ALASKA IS: Way the hell far from you. Beyond Mars. HOW YOU GET
THERE: You sit in a variety of airplanes for most of your adult life.
WHAT THEY HAVE THERE THAT WILL TRY TO KILL YOU: Bears. I
am quite serious about this. Although Alaska is now an official state in the
United States with modem conveniences such as rental cars and frozen yogurt, it
also allows a large number of admitted bears to stride freely, and nobody seems
to be the least bit alarmed about this. In fact, the Alaskans seem to be proud
of it. You walk into a hotel or department store, and the first thing you see is
a glass case containing a stuffed bear the size of a real one. Our hotel had two
of these. It was what we travel writers call "a two-bear hotel". Both bears were
standing on their hind legs and striking a pose that said: "Welcome to Alaska!
I'm going to tear your arms off!" This struck me as an odd
concept, greeting visitors with a showcase containing a major local hazard. It's
as if an anti-drug organization went around setting up glass display cases
containing stuffed drug smugglers (走私者), with little plaques (胸章) stating how
much they weighed and where they were taken. Anyway, we decided
the best way to deal with our fear of bears was to become well informed about
them, so we bought a book, Alaska Bear Tales. Here are some of the chapter
titles, which I am not making up: "They'll Attack Without
Warning" "They'll Really Attack You" "They
Will Kill" "Come Quick! I'm Being Eaten by a Bear!"
"They Can Be Funny" Ha-ha! I bet they can. I bet Mr. and
Mrs. Bear will fight playfully over the remaining portion of a former tourist
plumped up by airline food. But just the same, I'm glad that the only actual
bears that we saw were in the zoo.