BEAR AWARE
of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline. Searching for my watch, the time reads 6:15 am. High tide. It is pitch black outside and I contemplate attempting to fall back asleep on my partially deflated air mattress. Then I hear the shuffling sound of someone getting out of their tent. After a moment of silence, there’s the comforting sound of cedar being delicately split with a hatchet. I immediately know it’s Pete and decide to
