Mama Bear and twin cubs tore across the road in front of me and dove into the brush, down an incline and into the boggy end of a pond.
I stopped and looked to see if I could see them. Yes, there they were, looking back at me.
Other people who stopped thought they had seen three cubs. Yes, across the road was the third cub, in distress to be separated from the family.
As I hastily retreated to the car, up flew Mama, back across the road to retrieve this slow third child.
They regrouped and flew back across the road to rejoin the other two cubs.
Triplets! And yep, there I had been a moment earlier, standing directly between a Mama bear and her cub.