Here in Asheville, we have a small population of urban bears, but wild ones come through too, especially in low food years at higher elevations.
This fellow was probably a young male, looking for new territory.
He checked out the bird feeder (fortunately, it was empty).
Then he wandered towards my raised vegetable garden beds.
Happily, he rejected the purple mustard that he was sniffing.
And went on down the street.