So Jake took it upon himself to plan a little weekend away for the two of us to Shenandoah. I mean, if there is a passport stamp in the area you know I am in, and a weekend away to the mountains sounded perfect.
That was until the bear arrived.
Some campers that were below us started yelling about a bear coming up our way and lo and behold, there he was. Ambling up the hill to our right was a large black bear. Wasn't menacing at all, but again, it was a bear. It got less than 10 yards away from us when we finally gave up our clapping and shooing when Jake said, "Uggggh let's just go into the cabin." So we put our tail between our legs and scurried into the cabin. In the pitch black we watched a shadow pass by the light coming through the bottom of the door and the sound of something pushing against it. I could hear my heart pounding and I think Jake's as well. We waited until we figured he has moved along to open the door, and he had. Needless to say I was on bear patrol for the rest of the evening and didn't get much sleep listening to the creatures of the forest trying to open our food lockbox.
I do not have pictures of said bear, because I was taken completely by surprise and was for once more concerned about what was going on in front of me then my shutter speed. But here is a replica of our furry friend (?) that is about the same size:
1. When it comes to bears, I cannot measure up. They win.
2. You need a lot of gumption to sleep out in the woods. And I may be teetering towards the "let's enjoy the wilderness from a distance and then sleep somewhere with a continental breakfast" group.
3. Read the reviews of your trail before you start your 8 mile hike or you may not be able to feel your legs and be sitting at your computer with an ice pack beneath your foot.
Overall the trip was really great, and while stressful at times, it gave us a whole lot of memories and kind of made me realize what I can go through and overcome. So thanks to Jake for a great weekend away!