About an hour north of where I live are the lovely Poconos, a mountainish land of champagne-glass hot tubs and huge round beds (so I hear) and also some good-enough skiing and snow tubing, and trees and stuff. Oh, and bears.
Which is what a pack of Girl Scouts found trying to remove one of their toothsome tween members from a tent recently where they were camping at (no laughing) Camp Mosey Wood. The eleven-year-old managed to grab a tent pole and slide out of her sleeping bag. After a lot of screaming (girls in groups are good at that), the adults in the party hustled everyone into bear-free vehicles and then made a command decision outlawing tents for the duration.
The story could have ended a lot differently, in which case would you still be thinking about those Poconos hot tubs? I thought not.
