Another true story.....
My parents wanted the three of us to experience the outdoors so each summer they would rent a motorhome or trailer and take us camping for a week. This particular summer, we went to Yosemite. I was about 13, my sister was 10 and my brother was 8. We were in this small tag trailer pulled behind my mom's big Pontiac Grand Ville.
The folks got up early and dad was hungry so mom started to fry up some bacon. Us kids got up soon after to the wonderful scent of bacon wafting in the air. Well, a nearby brown bear smelled the bacon also. He ambled out of the woods and made his way to our trailer. Mom saw him pass by the window, circling the trailer looking for a way to get to that tasty treat. Mom screamed. My sister climbed up on the top bunk and tried to make herself very small. My brother, who had come down with the flu the night before, was sitting on a bucket in the middle of the trailer getting sick, from both ends......... Mom screamed again, "Frank do something". Dad grabbed his camera. By then, the bear had circled around the trailer and was now around back. He climbed on the three foot high rock dad used as a parking stop. He put both paws on the side of the trailer and peered in the back window. Mom nearly fainted. Dad is taking pictures. Brother is throwing up and sister is up in the bunk screaming. I'm sitting at the dining table thinking what the heck.......
The bear decided he couldn't get in, climbed down off the rock and thought the tent campers next to us would be an easier target. He was right. The three of us kids gathered at the side window, with our parents standing behind us, and watched as the bear took the tent down with one swipe. The couple who occupied the tent managed to bolt out the back of the tent and to the bathrooms across the road while the bear was at the front of the tent searching for the cooler. He found it. He ripped the lid off the steel cooler as if it was made of paper. He stuck his nose inside and found a carton of milk. Clenching the carton in his jaws, he tilted his head back, milk pouring down his throat and body. As soon as the carton had been emptied, he shook his head, tossing the carton away. He decided there wasn't anything else he wanted in the cooler so he ambled back to the woods.
Mom decided that was all the wilderness she wanted and implored my dad to return home. My brother wasn't getting any better so dad agreed and we headed back home.
Upon our arrival home, the neighbors came over, surprised about our early return. Dad couldn't wait to tell them about the bear. As he was recounting the story, mom stomped off in a huff, upset that was the only part of the trip that was important to him. Later that day, he hurried to one of those 24 hour film development places to have the pictures processed to show the neighbors the pictures from our bear adventure.
Alas, that was our last family camping trip. It certainly was one for the record books.