Camping Woes My Reluctance Explained
As a child, camping under the stars, a tale spun by my father of a menacing black hound left me trembling in my sleeping bag, haunted by the thought of it ripping through our camper’s canvas. That vivid childhood terror lingered; had I encountered such dread as an adult, tears and a swift retreat to the safety of civilization would’ve been my only recourse.
Indeed, the wilderness whispers fearsome tales to the solitary camper..