Ok, so anyone that knows me knows that I am terrified of bears, not the wussy "oh I'm scared, look at me terrified", the can't go outside to turn off my water after dark, can't go hiking, can't go camping terrified. It's the real deal terrified. 
We saw a grizzly bear by Leigh Lake in Teton National Park a few years ago and my legs went to jello and I was shaking for 20 minutes afterwards. But that is another post.My Milestone is that I slept outside with only a thin piece of canvas seperating me from every wild animal in the surrounding Island Park area. My brother, not so subtlety, told me that I had the power to make or break this campout. And that for once I should make Chad happy and sleep in a tent. (I think he just wanted me to go quietly out of his new camper and not try to steal Jack and Bella's bed.) I took the hint.
See that tent in the background...that's the one...that's where I overcame my fears...and tried not to ruin everyone's campout.
But last weekend, I went camping in style with my parents. See that couch, that was my bed. See the wall behind it seperating me from the wild.
My girls had a great time, catching frogs, catching fish...
I think the reason I love to go 4 wheeling is because I have a get-away. Plus they are loud enough to scare bears away. 
And for the record...just because I slept in a tent once, doesn't mean that I ever want to do it again.
See that tent in the background...that's the one...that's where I overcame my fears...and tried not to ruin everyone's campout.But last weekend, I went camping in style with my parents. See that couch, that was my bed. See the wall behind it seperating me from the wild. My girls had a great time, catching frogs, catching fish...I think the reason I love to go 4 wheeling is because I have a get-away. Plus they are loud enough to scare bears away. 
And for the record...just because I slept in a tent once, doesn't mean that I ever want to do it again.
