Last night we did a little test run on camping with a kid.
We came home early so that everyone could nap in the afternoon.
Shenandoah National Park in Virginia, a short drive from D.C., has bear warning signs up all over the place and tips for what to do with trash and food so as not to attract unwanted attention. I don’t think that we could have guessed that by heading into the woods our little one would turn into a bear.
We spend the night trapped in a tent with a mini caged bear occasionally searching for milk. Every 45 minutes he would wake up, sit bolt upright, paw the side of cage (tent), and lunge around until he circled the tent two or three times touching every edge and every one of the 15 sq. feet of sleeping space.
Thankfully, he slept peacefully for the final 4 hours of the night laying across the top of my head wedged into the upper left corner of the tent. We managed to make it through one night with only minor injuries including a bruised lip, bruised head, and little sleep.
At this point, we might have to buy another tent before we go out camping again. The bear can have his tent, the parents will get the new one. 🙂