That night, I gathered about 800 throwing size stones in a pile next to the door of the tent. I also found a stick that by all rights could be called a log. I was ready.
Come 3 A.M., right on schedule, the boys were back in town. I decided to turn on some lights, get out of the tent, talk loudly, etc. I kind of left Alicia alone in the tent. She kind of hates me for it. She describes herself as a “morsel†in conversations hence. Anyway, there was no fear on night #2, or any following night. I was convinced that I could make a big enough fuss to keep them at bay. From there on out, the trip was pretty sweet…
… well, until we were at a nature display in Colorado and saw a stuffed 2 yr old female mountain lion that weighed 180 lbs… Those had been back there in the Grand Canyon too. Only the adult males aren’t just 180 lbs. And they aren’t afraid of people. And they are attracted to noise. Oh well, glad I didn’t die.
Oh, and just for kicks, here is a wall I REALLY wanted to climb. It’s not easy to tell the scale, but it’s amazingly tall and awesome.
Daaaaaaang who in their right mind WOULDN’T want to climb that?
Jeepers that is a sexy hunka rock.
sooooo glad i’m hearing about all the danger and peril long after the fact. i was under the impression that the honeymoon was all puppies, kitten and butterflies. “coyotes and lions and bears, oh my!