Here's one,
Sometime in winter:
Left SF at around 9:00 pm on a sunday night, headed for the East side campground (before it was consumed by the Man). En route, my partner and I purchased the appropriate supplies and motored on through until we hit the park entrance. Heavy cloud cover and chilly temps greeted us as we made our way into the ominous hills finally reaching our destination, campsite #12.
A good fire was raised and we feasted on BBQ pork ribs and a healthy amount of Sierra Nevada. Throughout the evening we began to hear noises. Unholy noises that left one feeling as though the hills had plans for your comfy bivy on the ground.
I make it into the bag and then slide into the bivy sack, zip up and pass into a half sleep turning at every noise. Meanwhile, my partner who by this point was tending to the fire and drinking the cold away decided to have a party all to himself.
I feel a knock at the feet, pop the hood off the bivy sack and reached for the headlamp. Illumination reveals a horror I wish the majority of people on earth never experience. RACOONS! A full on platoon charging my bivy and running all over the camp like soldiers on stimulants. The partner is passed out next to the fire on a proper military cot sound asleep and snoring. I begin to scream like a child, panning the light in a frantic mode immediately astounded at my position. One beast had a block of Endo chalk between its maws and was chowing down like a rabid animal.
The screaming woke the partner up. As I made a serious effort to remove myself from my down straightjacket, one of the masked villians was charging at me with the fire smoldering behind it's shadow. I made a move, rolled into the fetal position, and awaited the worst.
They vanish as quick as they came. I never made it out of the sack during the attack. I felt relieved and began to inquire as to the mission of the bandits. My light makes it very clear the folly of our ways. The partner had Fig newtons, oreo's, and Doritos all within immediate reach. He had no respone as to how the Newtons made it into, onto and inside my sleeping bag, and strewn around the camp. He had a full on Fig newton party, and in the process turned me into the bait.
I have never seen so many evil beings in all of my time in the mountains. It was humbling and reminded me why I love Pinnacles. Many of the residents here come in mass. The wild Boars, Turkey's, Racoons, Deer, Tarantulas, and the other various riff raff. I love em all.
Remember, these mountains have seen it all, yet welcome your path through the unknown.
Mucci
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