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Bob Bear Trail #18 - Fossil Creek
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Bob Bear Trail #18 - Fossil CreekCamp Verde, AZ
Camp Verde, AZ
Backpack avatar Aug 23 2010
hhwolf14
Backpack8.00 Miles 1,391 AEG
Backpack8.00 Miles2 Days         
1,391 ft AEG
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My friend Sherry invited me for a backpack to Fossil Springs, and I jumped at the chance to finally see this area. It was definitely a hot hike down, but the water was cool and clear. We did get a little rain shower, and I got to use my new Duck Back backpack cover for the first time. Ok, generally I'm pretty good at tying up my food when camping, yes, you see where this is going. We mostly had freeze dried goods, but I forgot about the trail mix I packed for a snack. So, I wake up to a rustling sound that immediately is identifiable as the pack cover, at which point I realize that an assortment of critters probably enjoy a good trail mix. I cringe and peek out the tent window- first bit of good news- no bear or mountain lion, but definitely a visible moving bundle under the pack cover. Sherry is still sacked out, so I unzip my side and pop out to investigate. Prior to leaving I had read that there are a large number of ringtails in the area, and the bundle seemed to be about that size. So I gave the bag a couple of healthy swats to try to startle him out- no dice. Next, I grabbed the top of the cover and pulled down. Success!! And out of the cover rolls...a skunk. At which point we both freeze and size each other up. Sherry finally stirs as I whisper "oh crap", as I realize that I have left the tent flap open. The skunk glances in that direction, glances at me, then mercifully chooses to head back for the brush. Sherry thought the whole thing was pretty entertaining, except that if he had decided to run for the tent or spray me or my bag, she informed me that I would have had a long walk home. Good times.
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