Deborah
I am a single mother. Struggling to make ends meet and trying to create fond childhood memories for my 10 year old son, I decided to take him camping at Mammoth Caves in Kentucky. We packed the thrift store tent and borrowed the rest of the camping gear, and off we went. I had only been camping a few times and never the one in charge. Six hours later we set up camp, fixed dinner on the camp fire. I was so proud of myself. We did a little hiking messed around the camp fire and went to bed. Sometime during the night a great big clatter made us both sit right straight up. We looked out the tent and the raccoons were enjoying their dinner right out of our cooler. They had knocked off the iron fry pan and were enjoying my deviled eggs, fried chicken, raw hamburger, tomatoes, celery and all the rest of the food I'd packed for our stay. First we tried the flashlight in their eyes. They just looked at us while they kept on eating. Then we tried shooing them away. We finally just let them have our food and we watched and laughed. The next day we went to town and laid in more supplies knowing we would put the cooler in the car after dinner. It was dusk and we were cooking hamburgers and out of the trees comes the raccoons. They came right up to the fire ring standing on their hind legs begging. They were so cute. We shared our dinner with them. We came across deer in the park that were also people savvy. We fed them our trail mix. The cave was great but the wild life was better. My son has had many campout since then, including canoeing the French River in Canada in the Boy Scouts.He will soon be 24, and he still talks about the time we went camping together
Deborah