A photo may be worth a thousand words, but this one requires paring a campfire tale down to the bare essentials.
I had found a lovely camping spot, ten or more miles from the nearest pavement. A footbridge crossed a small creek to a perfect spot where I pitched my tent, less than 100 feet from the car. Thanks to the brisk mountain air and the sound of the creek, I slept very soundly. Next morning I was up at first light. Slightly groggy I broke camp and loaded my gear into the trunk, momentarily wondering why there was mud on the trunk lid and windshield. I drove a couple of miles and when the sun rose, I got out of the car to take pictures. That's when I noticed the bear tracks on the hood. While I was sleeping so soundly, twin bear cubs who had been rolling in the creek, climbed up the back of my car, swam across the roof and slid or jumped off the hood.
The photo shows the tracks where one cub jumped off and the smear where the other cub slid off the hood. As my mom loved to say; "Every day is the beginning of a new adventure." I never saw the cubs but their tracks sure told the tale.
Taken in April 2010 with my Olympus Tough camera.