It sure was a challenge to build the tent at night. The thick trees of these mountains made it difficult, but we had to try or succumb to the elements.
I tried to erase the doubts about my camping abilities and focused on the task and hand, forcing myself to breathe deeper until my lungs felt full. The oxygen was a tad thin up here.
Bent over, with a stake in my hands, I heard a deep growl behind me. My planted stance remained firm, but my skin instantly got moist, and I felt myself trembling with regrets.
Oh, shit.
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Yikes!!
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Definitely, YIKES! Can you imagine what would go through someone’s head hearing that?!?! lol Frightening.
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Ooooh, that was chilling in the best possible way. Nice one!
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Thank you, Joyce! :)
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You’re welcome.
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Love this Susi and could feel the story building till the end. I would be completely unable to move. Great use of the words. So you know why I am not the camping person. Big hugs, love and happiness coming your way. ❤️🦋❤️
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Same! I would be glued to the spot. lol Glad you liked it. <3
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Oh shit indeed! YEARS ago, we had a bear come into our campground during the night. We heard a long banging and when we looked out from the tent flaps, we saw a bear rolling our ice chest up the hill! We tried to scare it away without much success and the next morning, a neighboring camper told us it was a she-bear with a cub up a nearby tree. An experience I’ll probably never forget.
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Oh, no! I can imagine how frightening that was! Yeah, I don’t think I’d forget that either. :)
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A suspenseful ending! Great story woven out of the words.
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Thanks, Sadje! I appreciate that!
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My pleasure
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