I don’t hunt, but I do own a ‘big ass knife.’ Karen piped in from the backseat, “Don’t worry, Ashley brought her big ass knife.” It was true. “Keep an eye out for drunken locals, too,” she said, munching on a potato chip. Day 2: Long Camp to Pink House Recreation Site
I knew that cougars and bear were in the area, this was North Idaho after all, but I had tried to compartmentalize their existence to a deep place in my brain labeled ‘least likely to encounter.’ I had to do something, otherwise, I wouldn’t get any sleep.
Lyn-Alli’s mom and our eager shuttle driver-sat in the passenger seat chatting about all the things that could hurt (or kill) us in the next four days. Driving down Highway 12, the last remnants of the summer sun sank behind the canyon.
