I just got back from camping on Guanella Pass in Colorado. very beautiful... but what I am writing about is my observation that while camping I felt very vulnerable... helpless... at the mercy of mother nature. The campsite that we had was completely isolated... not another person for miles. I could be mauled by a bear, and if my girlfriend was able to escape... she'd have to rescue the car keys from the jaws of the bear in order to go and get help... by then, i'm sure i'd be dead.
I felt kind of guilty, like I should believe in the goodness of nature, or the protective hand of God, and that I should be able to just relax and enjoy the experience of isolation in nature. I did to some extent, but I continued to have in the back of my mind the story of my friend Eric having a bear right next to his head while sleeping, and having to just lay there, hoping the bear would leave him alone. The bear did leave him alone... and I experienced no bears, no mountain lions, not even a tick... So maybe there is goodness in nature, and God did protect me in my wilderness adventure (or lack of adventure, thank goodness).
Anyhow, I plan on camping again... but I might be packing a .45 magnum.
I felt kind of guilty, like I should believe in the goodness of nature, or the protective hand of God, and that I should be able to just relax and enjoy the experience of isolation in nature. I did to some extent, but I continued to have in the back of my mind the story of my friend Eric having a bear right next to his head while sleeping, and having to just lay there, hoping the bear would leave him alone. The bear did leave him alone... and I experienced no bears, no mountain lions, not even a tick... So maybe there is goodness in nature, and God did protect me in my wilderness adventure (or lack of adventure, thank goodness).
Anyhow, I plan on camping again... but I might be packing a .45 magnum.
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