About 20 years ago, my friend Dave and I went hiking in the Little Yosemite Valley. We packed the coffee in a small tin can and took away food and supplies. We left around noon, and after a full day of trekking, we entered the camp in the upper valley at sunset to deal with the cold and snow.

In this way, in May, it was dark and the ground was covered with snow. Dave’s job is to set up the tent, and my job is to hang food (you can hang food in a nylon bag on the tree, about 15 feet tall and ten feet tall to stop the bear). So Dave built a tent. I hung up my food. Then, my hands became very cold due to the snowy weather and started to hurt, so I decided to hang Dave’s schoolbag on the pine. I thought there should be no bears so cold.

At about 6 am, I heard the cry of a bear, and a bear was scrambling in Dave’s bag. They picked up the bag and dragged it away. We knew there was enough food in my bag to use it for a few days, but our packed coffee (which we really liked) was in Dave’s bag.

When we were surprised, we were following the debris trail to see what we could save! There was a coffee pot, crushed by the bear’s teeth, intact.

We must enjoy a cup of coffee.