Oh...Yes, I forgot the coyotes.
When we were there the local paper was reporting that they were so numerous and bold that they were chasing kids and pets down neighborhood streets.
Be careful if you camp.
I mean it. I have not much fear of them dogs, but the little bastids stole several racks of ribs and some other goodies out of a cooler, about two feet from my tent one night.
I never heard nothin’ but ol’ Dan was super pissed the next morning. I tried to told him he was a maroon for leaving them coolers on the ground. Dang fool thought I would protect them but I was snugglin’ with the missus and heard not a bark. My food was all locked in the back of the truck.
Still not a better place. Here is a fun story:
I was down about the 45 one time, camp all set up, my pals went down to the jettys at the Mansfield Cut for some fishing and left me there, drunk. I decided it would be fun to romp nekkid in the surf, but then along came the NPS kids in their 4wd. Weasels saw me and chased me around my truck, NEKKID by the way, and then went on laughing down the strand.
I don’t trust Gubmint employees, they’ll mess with ya!