"Perhaps 2 miles offshore, head held high, he sniffed at the air and began walking purposefully across the moving ice," he writes. "Straight toward C-Sick. Fear knotted my guts, and a slick of sweat broke out across my body. With C-Sick grounded high and dry on the beach, I had no place to go, nowhere to hide. … If that bear got to the boat ahead of me and tore into the cabin, drawn by the scent of food, or even worse, if he caught me out in the open … I did not want to think about it." Fortunately, Souders got away. Thanks to his time on the water, alone on C-Sick, he also got the photo. Again and again.