[Scott Douglas]

I remember going to Sequoia a long time ago with my buddy from Missouri. We took my parents '59 Pontiac wagon. We got to the camp ground late so didn't have time to scope out the sites. Tossed our bags on the ground and hit the hay.
Sometime during the night, not exactly sure when it was but well after we'd gone to bed, we hear a nearby trash can lid being banged around. We look up just as someone turned on their car lights which were shining right at the trash can. There's a bear doing its best to get whatever is in there out. This is like maybe 30 yards away from us, if that far.
We quickly and quietly discuss our options and decide to get in the car for the rest of the night.
I can't for the life of me remember why we'd locked the car before going to bed. It was quite the scramble to find the keys to get in.
We had surreptitiously met my then girl friend and her friend up there, only to be found out years later by my parents when reviewing old print photos that I'd taken at the time.
I wouldn't want to tangle with a bear, ever.