The Ampitheater:
So, it was Saturday night at around 11:30PM. There had been a fair amount of drinking going on for the past several hours and pretty much everything was quiet besides us. We deliberately picked camping spots in the most remote part of the campground so that we would disturb the least amount of people. The wife and I decided to go for a walk, and everyone else decided to follow. lol. At this time it was myself, the wife, Gabe, and Amy & Dave. We walked around for a bit and found a very large rock to climb on. We walked for a while more and the ladies were abandoning us by walking ahead so we (the men) ditched them and hid. The ladies thought we went to the ampitheater so went there to look for us. We hid back at the big rock and eventually they found us. A few minutes later a Crown Vic of unknown origin came flying into the campground so we hid and let it go flying by us. We went quickly back to our site and laid low for a couple of hours.
The Intruder:
We were relaxing and winding down from our run-in with the Crown Vic when I look down to my left out of the circle of light provided by our fire. I see something sniffing around my lunchbox which instead of lunch currently contained medicine and my favored self defense weapon. I can't see too well, but it looks like a raccoon. Either way, it's about one foot from my leg at this moment. It looks up and sees me looking at it and it runs off a few feet away. Something isn't right with the way this raccoon moves...I shine a light on it and find the problem. It's not a raccoon at all, it's a fox! A grey colored Cascade red fox. I have seen wild fox a few times before and there were signs around the campground warning you to not feed foxes or other wildlife but I was very surprised to see a fox. I retrieve my self defense weapon and head into the brush to see what was going on. The fox became very aggressive, apparently having absolutely zero respect for humans he would face off and even approach us. He would also circle us trying to get behind us but since we had him in the light he could not flank us. His aggressiveness made us nervous but we were unsure about how to deal with him. Tree hugging hippies had long ago made it illegal not only to shoot an animal in the park but to even posess a firearm in the park, severely limiting our options. I had my self defense weapon in my hand, but I wasn't going to use it unless directly attacked or charged. We decide to call it a night after there was no sign of the fox for a while. The fox returned and hassled Amy and Dave that night, but Dave managed to run it off. The next day we see the fox again and Gabe chased it halfway across the campground with a barbecue fork and it was never seen again by us.
The red Integra and the Ford Expedition:
We were tired of hanging out in the campground so we decided to head to Yakima. The way to get there through the Park was still closed so we would have to go through Packwood. Me, the wife, and Gabe (the only remaining campers) pile into my Accent and we head off. We were heading over to Packwood when a red Integra roared up behind me. I thought he might just want to play so I started to speed up. The Integra started flashing it's lights and honking it's horn so I pull over to let him pass. He pulls over behind me. Not sure of what's going on I get out to go talk to the driver of the Integra. I notice the guy looks familiar...it's Wilbur! That was a nice surprise. He was on his way to visit us in his Grandma's integra when he passed uson our way to Packwood. Wilbur decides to follow us to Packwood. We get in our cars and pull out on our way. Shortly after pulling out we catch up to a truck and a Ford Expedition. The Expedition passes the truck, and so do I and then Wilbur. We follow the Expedition for a while and the Expedition starts to speed up. Pretty soon the Expedition is going so fast and leaning so badly in the corners that I'm afraid it's going to roll over. The road is also getting progressively worse so it's difficult for me to keep up because of the poor condition of the road, which does not seem to effect the Expedition. The effect is that I have to brake a lot more oftenand harder than if it were a road in good condition, and I soon overheat my brakes and they begin to fade badly. I slow down a bit and change my driving to maintain maximum speed without the need for much braking to allow the brakes to cool slowly. I drop from the Expedition by a ways while cooling my brakes but I soon catch him again once I'm confident that the brakes will hold. It was a learning experience driving that road, it was almost like piloting a boat...the road was so bad that you had to hit the waves in the pavement the way you steer into the waves in a boat. As we got closer to Packwood the road began to narrow and the surface improved so I was able to easily keep up with the Expedition.
The Coyote:
We spotted a coyote on our way back from Packwood. A very interesting story commenced that upon further consideration I do not wish to speak of over the internet.
Nice view
Whoops, wrong picture...here's the one that has the nice view...
We wanted to hike up to see what was turning the river this color but I felt like crap and was too lazy
Video to come later.
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