​We were going camping one fall to our favorite National Park, Grand Teton National Park.  We left mid-morning, only because we packed until 3 a.m. (we almost got in the stuffed mini-van to begin driving then, but decided it would be wise to sleep for a couple hours).  After a couple hours of sleep we headed off with our four children (ages 1, 2, 4 and 6) in our minivan that nearly dragged on the ground with our camping equipment and food for ten days.

Once upon a time when summer had come to California, the family piled into two cars and headed for the land of chipmunks, tall pine trees, jagged peaks and…BEARS. As the cares came around the bend in the road in Glacier National Park, and the children in the back of the station wagon had said for the 30th time, “When do we eat?,” there was a super campground right ahead with picnic tables just waiting for hungry travelers. Just before the car came to a full stop, a yell went up from the backseat, “LOOK…A BEAR,” and “There’s another one, And a big Daddy one too.” No one moved, no one talked. The bears were right at home, climbing over picnic tables, sniffing at garbage cans, running right up trees and acting like they owned the place. Well, maybe they did!!!