Mother bear encounter

This morning I was out finishing up a slow jog in the mist on the main road, when whoof, I heard the grunt of a displeased mother bear as her two cubs scurried up a nearby tree for safety. She did a false charge and I moved slowly backwards reassuring her as I did. The bear cubs soon came down as I moved a respectful distance away. She was still nervous and she dashed across the road and then back again.
I moved around the corner out of sight and then waited wondering when it would be save to walk the couple of hundred yards back to our driveway. The tall bush made it hard for me to see. I moved further up the road and stopped a driver on the dirt road above our house. He, too, had seen the bear, but in his yard earlier that day.
He did not offer me a ride, which what I had really wanted but eventually I got a pickup truck to stop, loaded with mattresses in the back, and they took me the few hundred yards back home.
No sign of the bears, but they understood my hesitation to walk back home those few yards.
Next time I will carry my cell phone and some pepper spray.
I named the bear, mom is Tweeley, the cubs are Agatha and Abby, though I have no idea about their sexes.
We think it could be the female that ate acorns on our lawn a couple of years ago.