Moped Army

Yesterday morning while camping at a provincial park in Eastern Ontario, a bear cub comes through our site at 4:30 p.m., shuffles around the picnic table and tent, and leaves. And we're lying there, waiting for mama bear to come along. Am I going back to sleep after that? No siree! We're out of there by 8 a.m. and on the road. Second time that's happened at the same park. Okay, strike that one off the list.