Ring bell against bears,’ the hand-painted sign proclaimed, accompanied by a line of kanji and a cartoonish illustration of a bear, below which hung a brass bell.
“Maybe we should ring the bell, just in case?” Anna asked.
The path ahead slipped down through tall cedars on the shadowed side of the hill which, coupled with the bear warning, created a sense of foreboding. However, the sky above the canopy was bright blue and I could see our path would quickly emerge again from the gloom of the woods. Besides, I wouldn’t mind seeing a bear. “How about we just go carefully?” I said. “The bears are sure to steer clear of humans and we’re not very far from the last town. It seems unlikely we’ll run into any.” Within…