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Originally Posted by Maya
Went dispersed camping a bit ago (DC is camping in National Forests, BLM, etc for free) and you're on your own the entire time without any amenities. I was getting ready for the night when a bear peaked out of the trees and started wandering around my site. I grabbed my dog and jumped into my car (and clicked the "lock door" button 20 extra times just in case) then had to peak out my window while I saw the bear approach my car, walk around it, then HIT MY CAR WITH HIS PAW AND BODY) and then walk away. I have yet to completely settle down from that experience.
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Magical baby Jesus that's terrifying.
See my previous comment, but to add to that...
That's a bear's house. Stop going in their house. Respect their (probably endangered idk) asses. It's almost like going into a muscle-bound, well armed psycho's house and just hoping he's not coming home soon. Or maybe it's more like swimming with sharks.
To be clear that's not at you specifically, just what comes to mind when people go camping. I'm baffled as to how a meatbag could possibly enjoy hanging out in a bear's pantry.
