We were in Hyder for three days, during which it rained every day. Days one and two were showers; day three was an unending downpour that extended all through the night. Our trip to see the bears feeding on salmon was during a relative dry spell. The next morning, we were drinking our coffee and watching the rain from our front-row seats behind the windshield, when two bears meandered into the campground and helped themselves to the trash. They had been doing this thievery for a while -- they walked directly to the trash bin, knew exactly how to get in, and one stood guard while the other tore through bags of goodies:
There is no American customs at the border (there is no where to go once you reach Hyder), but there is a Canadian customs, in the center of the photo:
We crossed into Canada (at Stewart) without incident. The rain was still falling, and the amount of water in the river along the road was much higher than it had been when we came in. What had been a bubbly stream was now a raging torrent:
On our way out, we came upon 2 small RVs stopped in the middle of the road, one going our way and the other going the opposite way. It was a "bear jam" -- a bear by the side of the road and assorted gawkers. Having already seen a lot of bears this trip, we threaded our way through the stopped vehicles, and when we got opposite the bear found the vehicle's humans doing really stupid things. The woman from the first vehicle had her back turned to the bear so she could get a photo of herself with the bear in the background while, at the same time, the two guys from the second vehicle were throwing rocks at it so it would stop eating and look at them (yes, we did yell at them to stop).