I lived/worked in Yellowstone in Mammoth.

I’ll still talk about running into two black bear cubs with a group of coworkers (friendly after shift hike, well traveled area, etc) and realizing, after the cuteness faded that we didn’t know where mama bear was. Thankfully, she made herself known and we went back the way we came.

Then, a second tale, I was taking a tour bus ride around the park (so I could sell the experience from the hotel front desk) and the BUS was attacked by a grizzly. Fucker kept up with us and damaged a tire. Thankfully, when the tire went the noise scared off the grizzly.

Then there is finding a fresh wolf kill, and realize there were enough remains for it to be a problem for us.

Or the time we hiked to a mountain, climbed it up the side (trails were snowed out) and went down the other side, just to hitch hike back (encouraged in the park both by staff and park rangers) with a Nat Geo photographer. Got to see great raw close up shots of bison and red dogs (baby bison).

Memorable, but the living situation didn’t work for me. I wouldn’t do it again, but I am VERY glad I did it.