Getting near dusk, he decided to make his way (very slowly) up the bank to our tents. Ger and I retreated, with nothing but bear spray, to a spot above him, and waited. For a while, as he walked between the tents, he looked like he might decide to bed down right there, leaving Ger and me stranded out for the night. But luckily he (very slowly) made his way up and out of our campsite.