The week where raccoons stole my entire campsite... twice
Last summer up near Lake Placid, I set up a nice little spot by the creek. First night, I wake up to crashing sounds. A raccoon made off with my entire bag of trail mix and a loaf of bread. I thought whatever, rookie mistake. So next day I lock everything in my car. Second night, same raccoon or its cousin somehow got into my cooler that I thought was latched tight. Dumped my eggs all over my tent floor. I had to eat granola bars for three days straight. Has anyone else dealt with a raccoon that just won't give up?