The five of us were stuck in the Valiant with no air conditioning and no seat belts! This was a time in The Park's history they're not to proud of, the black bears had run amok. They were allowed stand at the side of the road and beg for any tidbit that a human would offer. Visitors bought/brought marshmallows not for toasting at the campfire but to feed the bears. If you didn't offer the bears a treat they would just stick their paws in through the window and grab anything handy. BUT not in our car, everytime there was a traffic jam, Mom would yell from the front seat, "Roll your windows up!" (Just because everyone else fed the bears didn't mean we would. WE, after all, "used the sense God gave us!") So a hot car instantly became HOTTER!
We had a great time tent camping in Yellowstone. The black bears would add a little excitement to the campground by wandering in and out of the campsites looking for goodies in garbage cans or heading to the immense garbage dumps nearby. After we were all settled in sleeping bags inside the tent late one night, my dad was woken to the sound of the ice chest rattling just outside the doorway of the tent. Dad instantly jumped out of his sleeping bag and began yelling for the bear to leave. He got the tent door unzipped and jumped out to not only protect us but the ice chest from the bear. Standing in the middle of the campsite in nothing but this undies he spied not a black bear but Earl! The next day Earl was still chuckling about how he had tricked Dad.
It wasn't until morning, as we began getting cereal and milk out of the ice chest we realized there had been a bear outside our tent. The ice chest was dented but the bear hadn't been able to get inside to eat an early breakfast. Again the joke was on my dad and Earl spent the day chuckling as though he and the bear had been in cahoots.