all over. my dads idea of vacations were family camping trips to death valley in august.
the bear thing was in the sequoias. I'd face a dozen bears to see it again.
the weird rat lookin' things was the grand canyon. middle of the night, black as pitch outside our lil igloo, they start throwing themselves against the outside of the tent (and everything else in sight). tore the camp to pieces. all running in one direction for as far as my mag lite would shine. freaky sh!t
it was sooo coooool
