I can laugh now but I was scared to death at the time. Brady heard a noise first and flung open the tent and flashed a light around but didn't see anything. He then went to sleep. Of course there was no way in hell I was going to sleep. I laid there and then I heard it. I could hear cans being squished.
I woke Brady up and tell him there's something out there he says yeah. I asked if he put the garbage in the car and he says no. I ask him if he's going to look out there and he just tells me he'd rather have it eat the garbage and not us. I asked if he brought his gun and he said no! WHAT!? He brings his gun to go "ICE FISHING" but not to protect his family from critters in the mountains?!
So he and I both laid there wide awake hoping and praying it was only a skunk or a raccoon. I had visions that a bear was going to rip through the tent at any moment. I was trying to imagine how I would save my girls as they were laying on either side of us on the edges of the tent. Needless to say we were trying to be very quiet.
Then Maggie flipped over in her sleeping bag! I heard the scurrying feet of whatever was in our campsite leave. Thank goodness. Needless to say there was still no way I was going back to sleep and neither was Brady. He and I both laid there just praying the sun would come up and the birds would start chirping. We snuggled and giggled quietly. We're still not sure how long we laid there because neither of us had a watch.
All in all the trip was fun and the girls had a great time. The best part was sitting at the lake and letting them cast their fishing poles and reel them in time and time again. No fish to speak of but they loved the chase.
