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.
P.S. Here are some other harrowing tales of camping you might enjoy while I'm away.... Phantom Canyon, Sweet Dreams, The Killer Raccoon of Kejimkujik.
