Two letters from camp from Chestnut.
In the first letter, she mentions that they have encountered…quicksand. For real. Real quicksand. My lifelong dream/fear/nightmare. Spoiler alert: she did not struggle, and thus has not been sucked under to her doom. Phew.
In the second letter, she drops that she saw a bear. BEAR. The kind with fur and teeth (in case you were unsure). Behind her tent.
No word on whether it was looking for a hat.
Stay tuned for reports of talking animals, magical items, and lifelong friendships formed.
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QUICKSAND??? Where the hell is she? Gilligan’s Island?
That is frightening. And the bear is scary too.
I can’t wait to hear about the other things that she has survived.
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Look out, Skipper!
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How lucky she was to see a bear!
I saw three bears once, in Montana–mama black bear and her two cubs. She very graciously chose not to eat me. 🙂
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If she sees a pointy red hat she should not put it on! Better write and tell her!
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