Ok. I like to camp. Kinda. Well I used to anyway. It's fun to go take a tent and cook on a camp fire and all that jazz. Until I had a run in with a bear. Luckily I didn't actually "run" into him. But he was in our site. And I didn't like it.
It all began when the five of us were going to go camping. We thought it was going to be FUN!!! It really was fun. We took off to the Adirondak mountains to a campsite up there. Two vehicles, two tents, five of us, and a dog. The dog looks like a small bear. Really.
So we travel up there and we get to the check in area. They proceed to say to us "the bears are out". "Out???" I am freaking out in my mind here. I was thinking what do they mean by out. Are they going to eat me, kill me, rip apart my tent, what? You guys don't understand, I am a worry wart. Bad. So we are shopping around, we buy hot dog skewers, some hot dogs, the usual campfire fare.
We head up to the capsite that we were assigned. It was dark. Really dark. And our tent had no instructions on how to put it together. It was FUN! So we finally get everything all together and situated. The fire is started and we cook ourselves some dogs. We chill out and have a good time. Till it's time to go to bed. I am worried. We have to hide all the food. And make sure there isn't anything around to attract the bears.
So...we go to bed. And I am not asleep long and then I hear a noise, from the woods, it was a BEAR. I will never ever forget that sound as long as I live. I could hear it, and it scared me. A lot. I knew it was somewhere around there. But it wasn't that close so I fell back asleep. Again, I wasn't asleep long. This time I was treated to a lot of very loud breathing, walking by my head. Yeah, I was sleeping next to the tent wall. I thought it was his brother taking the dog out to go potty. I wasn't sure though.
At this point I was freaking out. The other girl I was camping with woke up, she knew what was up too. We could not get the guys to wake up. They were sound asleep. I got nauseous. Bad. At this time I was on Cipro, which is an antibiotic that does make you nauseous. On top of that I was scared and hot. SO that made it worse. I knew I couldn't throw up in the tent because it would attract the bear possibly. I also knew that I couldn't throw up outside the tent because there was a bear out there. I had no clue what to do. I was stuck. It got so bad that I knew I was going to throw up.
I got out of the tent. I woke him up and was like," There is a bear outside and I am going to puke". I walked out into the campsite, I walked over to the back of one of the trucks and tried to calm down. I almost threw up but never did. I yelled at the other tent if his truck was open. I am not sure what he said and I didn't wait for the answer because I was already trying the door handle to get in. Oh my gosh, it was open. I know that bears can rip into cars but I felt safer in there rather than in a flimsy tent I tell you that much. Poor Andy was awake with me and got inside the truck too. I couldn't go to sleep. I was so scared. REAL scared. The idiot in the campsite kept starting his big ole diesel engine and yelling at the bear. I knew it was out and about. Just one campsite over.
Oh, it get's better. I had to go the bathroom now. The closest bathroon was not anywhere near there. You had to walk to get to it. I wasn't going to walk. There was a bear out there. Nor could I go outside the vehicle, cause there was a bear out there. Now what do I do. I hold it, that is what I do. I had to sit and wait in that vehicle for the sun to come up. Once it did, we walked to the bathrooms. I practically ran. Ahhh....once the sun was up I felt much better. At least I could see.
So we get back to the campsite. Everyone laughed at me cause I sat in the truck all night. Then they saw where I was sitting. And they laughed harder. Cause I was sitting on chocolate bars. All night. That's right, nothing keeps the bears away like sitting on chocolate. heh heh....chocolate bars that were now shaped like my bum. I was hiding from bears, yet I had surrounded myself with food. There was also peanut butter, bread, and marshmallows. I am a true genius.
After getting out and evalutating the campsite, there were paw prints on the other truck. It had apparently gotten up on it's paws to see what was in the bed of the truck.
That morning we found out why we had a bear in the campsite. The genius next to us, who is now known as, Redneck Rambo, had left out a full rack of meat and juiceboxes. The bear apparently found his way over there and helped himself to juiceboxes all night. Apprently the bear sat up against a tree and drank juice. But never ever touched that rack of meat. That the idiot left out.
That Christmas I got a bear kit form his brother. It was really cute. He went through all this trouble put this set of stuff together. He made new labels for stuff and everything. There was bear repellant that was a jar of peanut butter, that said to rub on yourself in order to keep the bears away. A necklace that was gummy bears and chocolates and other candies for me to wear to keep the bears away. And little pieces of chocolate to throw around your tent to keep them out. Nice huh.
So, next time I go camping up there, I am staying in a cabin!!!
