Songbird76
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My mom went tent camping in Yellowstone with her cousin when they were in their twenties. They were cleaning out the car when my mom saw a bear, attracted by the scent of food. Her cousin did not see the bear and was in the process of telling my mom not to be so bossy because mom had told her to get in the car and close the door, when said bear decided to take a look in their tent. Cousin finally noticed the bear and I assume apologized profusely for not listening to my mom. LOL.With all this talk about camping, I thought I might interject a small snippet from my essay about tent camping. I hope you enjoy it.
"As we were heading up the mountain a small group of Bears passed in front of our slanted headlights immediately establishing the fact that no one was going to leave the car for quite awhile. Dad managed to find a pull off point on the road and it was decided by management that this is where we were going to spend the night. After doing a little bedtime maintenance by incorporating my fathers pipe tobacco can and a very brief step outside of the car, (after the Bear sighting we had little problem in hurrying the process) we all settled down, sleeping in an upright position for what little remained of the night. At dawns early light, we continued to head up the mountain looking in vain for the campground. I believe we did pass it, but we didn’t stop. He continued up to the top of the mountain were we got a quick look at the scenery, including the ocean, which was somewhat visible through the light morning fog.
It was decided, I think by Mom, that this was not a suitable place for civilized people to lay out themselves in what must look like a buffet to a Bear. So we headed home with the one positive thing that happened and that was that we never saw the tent again. Score!"