Well, after a quiet Fourth of July evening at home with Hickory the Wonder Dog, I'm off for three nights of camping and kayaking in the Adirondacks tomorrow. I hear tell they have bears in them thar woods, so I figure it's the perfect time to resurrect "The Great Smoky Mountains... or... The Second Worst Camping Trip Ever".
Since they do post warnings there about black bears, I hereby promise NOT to keep food in my tent or use Ben Gay during this trip.
If I get eaten by a bear, it's been great blogging with you! (And if I win Miss Yvonne's contest you can bury the gum with what's left of me.)
This is Chauncey... I met him on my last camping trip.
He's definitely not as scary as a bear
but he does have kinda scary eyes.