Last summer Mike and I were tent camping in the Manistee National Forest and after a full day of fishing and then a little romance we both went to bed. I was awakened from a deep sleep about two o’clock in the morning hearing a low growling sound. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. After all a tent doesn’t provide much shelter from a marauding bear.
Just two nights before our trip, Mike had rented the movie, Grizzly, about a killer bear in the northwest territory of the United States and I had visions of that bear any minute now tearing through our tent. I did have some mace along but that just would have gotten the bear mad. As the growling intensified I was near horror-stricken. I wondered how Mike could be sleeping through all this. But then what could even the two of us do against a charging bear.
My eyes darted to the middle of the tent where I thought I had seen a shadow. I closed my eyes and turned over ever so slowly to awaken Mike. Once that I was fully turned over, I gave my husband a good poke in the side. “Mike, your stomach is growling”. “Probably didn’t eat enough tonight, hun, go back to bed” was his reply. I felt like such a dolt. Next time I’ll make sure my husband has plenty to eat for supper.