Neither of us wanted to leave Sunday, so we were a bit slow in breaking camp. We were startled to discover that the local black bear we had been warned about had passed through the campground the night before. It actually managed to pry open a trash can and eat some discarded food... while we slept soundly about forty yards away. We were a bit spooked when we realized what had happened, and we were especially glad that we had put our clothes from the night before (which smelled of hot dogs and smoke) in the car.
We took a few parting photos of our new campground. Here's one of the creek than babbled about thirty feet from our tent:
We were sad to have to leave the camp behind, and I was keenly aware of the fact that I would soon head back on the road. As a result, we were a bit subdued during the drive back to Damascus. We spent an hour in town before Allison had to head to the airport, and we had to say goodbye again. Oooh, I can't wait to ride a bike for seven hours tomorrow!
Seriously, I spent a big part of the drive to Damascus going through my packs and unloading stuff. Wanna know what didn't make the cut? I'm too embarassed to tell you. It was a lot, though. The television in particular was a bad decision, as was the second mini-fridge.