I followed a different track home today which was fun in a totally masochistic way. This is the point at which my lungs burst so I stopped (read had no option but to stop) after fighting my way up the slope that you cant see just behind the saddle. I have just cycled through the woodland (again by the saddle) but didn't see any bears.
Same bike, same place, different angle. More delaying tactics before heading off down the other side and home/casualty.