My Private Whispers and Light Blog

Bear in the Car

True story.

My brother-in-law and his wife decided to spend a long, romantic weekend in the mountains. Cozy cabin, fresh air, quiet nights. Honestly, it sounded like a perfect escape.

The first evening went just fine. They unpacked the car, settled in, and were winding down when they heard a strange noise outside. Not wind. Something heavy.

They looked out the window—and there it was.

A very large bear was climbing into their car.

The doors weren’t locked. With a surprising amount of confidence, the bear opened one, climbed inside, and began investigating like it had every right to be there. Looking for snacks, maybe. Or just curiosity.

Inside the cabin, panic set in. They stood frozen, watching through the window, hearts racing, certain the car was about to be destroyed. Leather seats shredded. Dashboard torn apart. The whole thing reduced to an expensive pile of regret.

There was nothing to do but wait.

After a few long minutes, the bear seemed disappointed by the lack of reward. It climbed back out, shut the door. Then the big bear wandered off into the darkness as if this were all part of its normal evening routine.

The car was untouched.

Not a scratch. Not a tear. No damage at all.

Romantic weekend? Maybe not exactly as planned. But unforgettable? Absolutely.

And to this day, every time the story comes up, there’s the same warning ending: lock the car… especially in bear country.