A month or so ago we made our first family outing to Beaver with Jeff and our friends the Demille's came with us. Having grown up always camping and backpacking, I love the camp so we were so excited and having good friends there makes it so much fun. We set up camp right above Kent's Lake a little ways, about a 1/2 mile from other campers and the lake. It was perfect weather! There was a sign posted about it being bear country, but I didn't really read it at that moment so we just got to hang out and have fun. There was a river close by the boys got totally soaked in and they hiked all over the camp playing hide and go seek and pretending. We went for a hike down the the lake while the guys were out scouting for elk and it was so beautiful. If only I had known it was this gorgeous just 30 minutes away! We cooked dinner and set to drying out all the kids and just relaxed. That night right before bed I read the sign that was posted and then I really started to get a little nervous. O well, what are the chances right? Well about 4 am something comes to my side of the tent and slams it HARD! Instantly I was awake, since Hunter was sleeping on the cot with me I was blocking him knowing it had to be a bear testing out what this big thing was. I was ready for it to pounce on us and know the tent down. I heard nothing for about 30-45 seconds and then it hit the other side of the tent just inches above Jake who was lying on the floor. Jeff was up then and whispered BEAR! Ya, I know I said, get your gun. Well, he was a little frazzled and it took him about 10 min. to load it. All the while I am trying to patiently wait. It was a full moon so he tried to shine his light out the windows but couldn't see. So he put on his headlamp, had his gun ready at his hip and zipped open the door. Nothing! Needless to say we didn't sleep after that. At about 5:30 or 6am the guys were going hunting so Jeff got out of the tent and asked me what I was going to do. I said starve here in the tent till you get back or book it over to the Demille's trailer as soon as the boys woke up. There was no way I was going out there especially since I know nothing about guns! The next morning we went out of the tent with the fire and super nervous. Blake told us he woke up a 4am to the sound of the kids shovels moving. The guys left to go look for elk and Dani and I were trying to decide if we should cook breakfast or just eat snacks. Then a truck with bear dogs drove past, so I ran up to him and asked him if he was looking for a bear? I told him one had come through here about 4am and about 20 minutes after that there were bear dogs everywhere! They found a track in camp and estimated it to be 150 lbs. and about 2 yrs. old. After they figured out where it was going we finally were able to relax the rest of the day! No bear was coming back this way with 25 dogs chasing it. We got to watch the bike race which was fun for the kids and hung out at the lake till it was time to go. What a trip! What is camping without a little adventure, right!
This is the boys trying to dry out!
This is the football the bear chewed up which was right by the plastic digging toys. I also got a hold and chewed up Jeff's target and out baby packer. When we were packing up I had Jeff try and hit the side of the tent as hard as he could, to see if it sounded the same as the bear and there was no comparison!
The kids gave high-fives to everyone who rode past and their cheering paid off when the riders started giving them free water bottles.
The two signs that were posted I didn't read till that night thankfully.

















