That's the two-th time we've had a bear come

That's what Holli said when we told her that we had a visitor last night.

Around 4am I woke up to a ruckus outside.  I was pretty sure it was a bear trying to get into our trash, so I woke Abby up so we could both enjoy the show.  We went to our garage and looked out the window, and sure enough, the biggest bear I've ever seen in Colorado was trying to break into our bear-proof trash container.  We watched him for a little while, then when I returned with the camera, he ran by the window towards the back yard.  Abby and I went out our back balcony and watched him run into the woods.

I never got a picture of him, but he was about this size:

He never managed to get our trash can open, but he punctured the top in a few places and tore some pretty tough plastic.  We didn't have any meat or other smelly attractive food in the trash bin, so we figure he must just know where the food comes from by the type of container.