After a hard 2 weeks on the trail, we splurged in a small town bakery and bought the most fragrant, wonderful looking cinnamon buns we'd ever seen, to enjoy by the campfire. Just as we were settling down around the flickering flames with a steaming mug of hot cocoa and the anticipated bakery delights, our campsite received an unannounced visitor.A large, vocal racoon lumbered into sight, and with a twitching nose he made a straight line towards those cinnamon buns.... We were a little stunned and so not quite quick enough to snatch them out of his reach. That varmit sat there and stuffed his already chubby face with OUR bakery treasures, oblivious to our scolding and attempts to shoo him away.
I'm sure those truly were the very best buns in the world, but we will never be able to confirm that other than seeing the rapturous look on Mr. Racoon's face after he savoured them. Following his departure, we stared accross the campfire at each other in dissapointment that gradually turned to amusement and then contentment as we realized the uniqueness of that moment.
Another unique camping experience had been added to our memories, and so we sat staring into the flames feeling warm, happy and thankful for the encounter in the great outdoors.
