I remember years ago when I took my six year-old son on his first camping trip. Just the two of us. I had just started the ‘ol Coleman stove when I heard him say “Look Daddy, bears!” It was a mamma black bear and her two cubs about 20 yards away. I scooped my son up and dove into my pickup truck, slammed the doors, rolled up the windows and I pulled out my .45, just in case, as she started to approch us. They soon left, but it was a lesson learned; be aware of your surroundings at all times when outdoors.
I was in Alaska last summer: two of our guides had been charged by bears, and one was standing within a few yards of a photographer who was charged.
I don’t think I like grizzly bears much.