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... so here's another moment from the past.
I've mentioned before that we USED to camp.
We were camping with friends. Three families in all. The campground sites were somewhat terraced on a slope, so each tent site sat just below the next.
It was late - campfire time. My son was a bit younger and tired, so after s'mores, we put him to bed in the tent, zipped up tight and snuggled in his sleeping bag. We joined our friends at their campfire at their site just below ours. We could still see the back side of our tent, and could certainly see anyone walking or driving on the road/drive.
But then there was a strange noise from the far side of our campsite above us. Was that an animal?! The mama-bear instinct in me took over and we all went running with flashlights. Who were we kidding? It was freaking DARK out there!! What was it? A coyote? A bear? A mountain lion? Did we even have mountain lions there? Did we have bears around there?
Of course, we saw nothing. And my son was sound asleep exactly where he should have been. Still, I was a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing and suffering from major mama guilt at the thought that there COULD have been something right outside the tent where my child lay. I decided it was time to hit the sack and zipped myself into the tent.
The next morning, I let myself out of the tent while my husband and son continued sleeping. And what did I see? A large pile of... large-animal poop. Three feet from our tent. Holy shit! There really HAD been a wild animal outside the tent where my son was sleeping.
Major parent fail. Not a shining moment.
Yet another reason I camp a whole lot less than I used to.
***Ally
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2 comments:
EEEk but it could have been something as harmless as a deer or a raccoon which are the typical animals that one finds at a campsite..
YIKES! Maybe it was a big ole tender hearted animal!
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