Many times when my Mom (Dee) and Step Dad (James) were traveling and my husband and I with our two girls went on a vacation, we would meet up and follow each other home. One time we met in the Rocky Mountains. It was my Husbands first ever vacation trip out of Texas. I remember Jim telling my husband all kinds of stories about bears and the mountains months and days before our vacation which we would be camping in a tent along the way where ever we went. My mother and I would just sneaker in the back ground. My husband was so worried about tent camping in the mountains after the stories Jim would tell. Everything and everyday was great on our vacation until the day we met up with my parents and had to tent camp in the mountains at Bear Lake in the Rocky Mountains. My parents were in their pop up camper trailer. Night rolled around and after a few more reminder bear stories around the fire we all went to bed. Kids and I fell asleep with no problem at all. Mom and Jim same. My husband on the other hand was with a flash light and with every little noise was poking me in the ribs. wake up, wake up what is that noise is it a bear? I said well if it is I don't won't him coming here with the light on and all the noise you are making. Lay still and be quiet and try and get some sleep. Needless to say my step dad talked my husband into hanging our trash in a tree up the hill instead of heeding the rangers warning about putting it in the dumpster up the road before it gets dark. All we heard all night was trash and cans rattling as they came down the hill. After a few more ribbings I woke the kids and we banged on my Parents camper door and sleep where ever we could find to sleep. Next morning when we got up trash was strung all down the hill and raccoons were in the trash and Jim and Ben My husband had to clean up while we made breakfast. (rough night) needless to say they neither one ever talked about bears again.