rummage past we heard it's passage in the night, rummaging through our isolated campsite. a deep searching growl was barely perceptible amidst the gentle snores of the children's deep sleep. in the morning, i woke before the others and climbed out of the tent. signs of its visit were clear, but easy to hide: somehow it managed to rip the bottom out of the garbage bag hung from a tree, such was it's reach. dissatisfied by the lack of organics there in, it tossed the contents about. later, we whispered as the kids splashed in the shallows beside the canoe. "definitely a bear, a racoon wouldn't have reached." "i was terrified." "the bears here are just scavengers unless they or their cubs are threatened." "still, the tent walls would have been no protection." 220708 what's it to you? who go blather from