Down at the end of the campground is another outhouse, this one sitting right where folks come to look at the sunset or eagles, or to sit in their vehicles and drink beer or do whatever folks do in parked cars these days. Anyhow, there is another trash can there, and this one is also tipped over with the contents strewn about. Other than that garbage mess, the only other messes have been the piles of cwap on the road. Lots of cwap piles.
However, this morning we found a different story. Mr. Bear has discovered our site now, and tipped over our coolers, which were clean and empty and just stored outside. He also tipped over the gas can and left a couple of nice tooth holes in it. AND, he left paw prints up on the camper, and a nice claw hole torn in the side of the camper by a window! You ask "didn't you hear him and wake up and scare him off?" Well, no, we didn't. You see, someone doesn't hear anything when he is sleeping and snoring. And I wear ear plugs at night because someone else is sleeping and snoring. So we did not hear him.
Now I haven't seen this bear. I only have seen one, and he was running along the edge of the road and quickly ducked into the brush as we came buy. Ernie has seen this guy in the early mornings, either on the trail to the beach or in the brush eating devils club berries. I have been carrying my camera everywhere I go, trying to get a picture of him to post, but no such luck so far. But now I'm not sure I want to see him! He's getting a bit up close and personal!
Mr. Bear does have a sense of humor, though. Remember the site that is set up, no food, no people, but some cooking utensils? Well, this morning the bear kind of ransacked that site again, knocked the cooking pot off the table, and cwaped in it! Guess he was upset because no one was cooking his breakfast.