This past weekend I and some friends went up to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to go back-packing for a few days. We had a great time hiking along the shores and cliffs of Lake Superior. The scenery was beautiful. We even went swimming along the side of the pictured rocks and we were able to swim into these caves that the waves had carved into the sandstone. It was magnificent and the water was crystal clear, though a little chilly. During the night, we had to hang up our food from a tree so that the bears wouldn't be able to get into it. Late one night, I was lying in my hammock, trying to fall asleep. It was probably one or two o'clock and as I listened I heard the sound of a heavily breathing animal. Fear gripped my entire body. I could just imagine a bear walking into our camp, but I was afraid to look because the bear might see me. Then I heard another noise that sounded like a quiet snarl. I laid there in a terrified silence, afraid to move. I had never been more afraid before in my life. Then I realized that it wasn't a bear but the person breathing and snoring in the tent next to me.
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