Jenelle and I went camping this weekend.  While we were sitting at our campsite near the banks of the Clackamas River, we munched peacefully on s’mores until we heard a rustle in the bushes behind us.  We turned around and found a skunk checking us out.  My instinct told me to get a picture, but I restrained myself.  Fortunately, all three of us stayed calm, and nobody got stinky.  He went his way back into the bushes, and we went to bed.  Read more... (242 words)