I had this nightmare in which the van was rocking. It was one of those nightmares where you want to scream, but can’t. Then, I realized that I wasn’t asleep. I had just turned out the lights. I had to get a grip and calm down. Once I calmed down, I realized that the van was, in fact, rocking. I shined a flashlight out the window. It was a bear. His front paws were on the table and he seemed interested the pan in which I had heated up some bacon.
I got a jar of honey, removed the lid, rolled down the front window a bit, and threw it out the window. The bear poked his nose in it and the jar got stuck on his nose. I said, “Yeah, sucker! The joke’s on you!!”
OK. That part’s not true. I kept shining the light in his eyes. He went away after a couple of minutes.
My deep regret, besides stupidly teaching a bear that bacon is delicious and that people have bacon if only you’ll ask them, was that I was unable to find the camera to provide photographic documentation.
It was pretty cool, though. And some guys that I met the next day who were camping not far from me had never seen a bear in their many years in Roosevelt National Forest.