Tue 5 Jul 2005
The rain fell on and off throughout the night. In the morning, we got a little more. And the raccoon that we’d seen the night before had returned while we slept. The bagels that were in the cooler were out and the bag was opened. Scary what an animal with an opposable thumb can do. So there we were, with wet tents, a camp site that was getting a little muddy, and our food picked over by a hungry little critter. My daughter had been promised one of those cinnamon-raisin bagels for breakfast. Life away from home was starting to take it’s toll on us.