Backcountry Bear Safety
As I stumble into camp for the night, my feet cry to be let free of the stinky boots they have been forced to call home for the past few days and nights. My eyelids beg to be closed for the night with each blink, and my head wants nothing more than to float off into a dream until morning. As I fight the urge to stumble off to my sleeping bag without properly setting up camp for the night, I know that I must gather my food and other scented items (i...