Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift and the Civil Wars
This is Part Two of the Story Trouble Bears . Since my title pretty much says it all, and I am obviously here recounting this story, I am removing a lot of the suspense.
Initially I wanted to go all Blair Witch Project in this post. But truthfully, I’m just more of a National Lampoons sort of girl.
So, as you know, this harmless old codger tells my camping comrades that Trouble Bears have just been released into the wilderness of where we will be staying in the mountains of Wyoming in the Bighorn National Forest.
I am majorly freaked out. I didn’t sign up for bears. Edward laughs it off. Isn’t this the way every good horror movie starts? The one person that knows pure evil is afoot, and all the others…that walk into creepy basements whistling a happy tune.
On a lazy afternoon spent by the lake reading and snacking, our troop decides to go to another area of the lake to do some fly fishing. To this day, I can’t be sure about why I decided to stay behind at camp, and catch up later.
It was a decision I would be cursing only a few hours later.
I was given clear instructions on where to find my friends. I listened, seemed easy enough, and had not a care in the world as I took off less than an hour later to join them.
I hadn’t gone too far, when the haunting tale of the Trouble Bears started replaying in my mind.
But I pressed on. Up ahead I saw a flash of color. What was that? As I got closer, I could see there was something large blocking the forest path. And something red.
There was a bear up there. And it was feasting on ….something.
It was clear to me now how I was going to die. One always wonders how it’s going to happen. All I could think about was my poor Edward, beating himself up for not waiting for me. He should have known not to leave me alone in the forest with Trouble Bears. If only he would have listened.
My poor mother back in Iowa. How would she handle this horrible news? Her youngest daughter, eaten by a bear.
Wait! I can’t just give up! I have to run! I thought to myself. And run I did.
I went tearing through the forest. Branches were hitting and biting me in the face. I fell over small trees that I couldn’t see for all the weeds and undergrowth. Several times.
I’m not sure how long I had been running before I stopped. I didn’t know a lot about bears, but I decided if there HAD in fact been a bear, it would have chased me by this point. My fear pheromones alone leading him right to me like the smell of a juicy steak on the grill.
So, now I just started wandering. And remembering that my fellow campers were going to be on the lake. The same lake we were camped on. And I could actually see water.
Why weren’t they looking for me? Calling out my name? They must be worried sick.
As I made my way toward Horseshoe Lake, I could just make out a noise. What was it?
Who could be laughing at a time like this? I came up on my traitorous friends and husband as they were lazily stretched out by the water, joking. Half-heartedly throwing their poles out into the still green-blue water.
“Oh! There you are Lis! We were wondering where you—wait. Why are you bleeding? God, are you crying?”
I can laugh about it now. But, if I live to be 102, I won’t ever forget the time I almost got eaten by a bear.
- Trouble Bears (carrpartyoffive.wordpress.com)