While our first few nights in Washington saw sharing our campsite with bears – thankfully none we encountered personally – Southern Washington and now Oregon is raccoon country. The little critters are very aggressive and all food needs to tied up in the trees to insure they don’t get at it. Raccoons in the parks are fearless – tossing a rock their direction does not deter them in the least – and it was only a matter of time despite our best preparations that they would come for a visit. That night was the last one – at 4 am.
I awoke to Dee’s elbow in my ribs and rattling of pots. I quickly jumped out the tent with torch in hand to see four sets of eyes staring back at me from the picnic table. They had decided to go after the cooking stove bag and one of the buggers was dragging off our Ziploc bag – of vitamins and painkillers! They made a reluctant retreat as I put the bag high in the tree. I left the pills to the morning, deciding if they wanted some vitamin C or an Advil they can have it. Who knows if their back is sore too!
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