There were two parts to this earlier post, but they werent in order. So Im reposting the two post in one post so youll know why I was extra terrified. !!!YOUVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!! We didnt reach the San Simeon campground until dusk. After setting the tent up we thought it would be fun to go down to the beach, even though it was pitch black by then. To reach the ocean we had to go under the hwy, with no lights in site, (CREEPY), then walk quite aways out before we reached the ocean. I made myself not be scared since it was just the two of us. After filling my pockets with rocks while dodging the water, we decided to drive into town to warm up. We drove out of our campground, then onto the main hwy. Right away police lights flashed behind us, so we pulled over. It was a sheriff who started asking us one question after another. Did you come from the campground? Why were you there? Did you go on the beach? Was anyone else out there with you? I finally asked why he was asking so many questions? He said theres been suspicious activities going on the beach, so had been watching the area. Of course I want to know what kind of activity which he responds drug smuggling. Well thats real comforting.I put my scaredy-gaurd down and potentially end up cavorting with drug smugglers. I should sleep soundly tonight! : / !!!AND THEY CAME!!! Sound asleep in our tent, in the darkness of night, something, or even scarier, someone came crashing through the bushes behind our tent. Brent! The drug smugglers, theyre here! Brent had awakened and with doubt in his voice said, deer. I knew that was not a deer. I felt like I was in the middle of a statue game. I didnt dare move nor breathe for fear they would know I was on to them. Whoever was out there took the longest pee I have ever heard. He then started rummaging through our cooler, but even more terrifying was when he started fooling with our tent zipper. Then, for whatever reason a brief argu-fight broke out and they started making pig-man sounds. So theres more than one of them! It seemed like hours had gone by and morning would never come. Still dark out, Brent had to use the restroom. I told him it was nice knowing him and good luck. Returning from the restroom Brent yelled out, Get out of here you dang raccoons!! Raccoons? RACCOONS!!? Sure...the raccoons stole my cookie/milk, but they sure in the heck didnt come crashing through the bushes, nor take the longest pee ever.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 18:16:12 +0000
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