Camping

            I went camping yesterday in Angeles Crest. We set up camp under some tall pines and cooked food by the fire. The stars were out and it felt good to be out of the city. The campsite has been known to be visited by bears, so we put the food away before we turned in for the night. 
            I was laying in my tent and couldn't sleep right away. My mind got away from me and I was thinking about bears. The only thing that stood between me and a bear was the equivalent of a windbreaker. I contemplated that. I was trying to think of an exit strategy should I need one, and frankly, I was stressing myself out thinking about it. I tried to talk myself down, but that didn't seem to help.
            I waited for the bear to show himself, but he never did. I thought about technology and how a bear has no need for it. 
            All was quiet and still. No animal sounds. The wind wasn't stirring. The moon was out. It was peaceful. The only discernible sound was that of pine needles falling gently a top my tent.