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In reply to the discussion: Where's the Worst Place You've Ever Spent the Night? [View all]ProudLib72
(17,984 posts)I was 17 at the time, and all I did was rock climb. That was my life. Anyway, I had met some German climbers who said they were going up to DT the next week. We didn't make any firm plans on when and where to meet. I just jumped in the car and started up (from Denver). I got to the camp ground, didn't want to pay and didn't want to miss the Germans when they came in, so I stayed in my car. A ranger came along and told me to move. It was about 11pm at this point, and I had no idea where to go, so I drove down a random dirt road a few miles until I spotted a nice, big boulder with a perfectly flat top. I got my sleeping bag out, threw it up on the boulder, and got settled in. Then I noticed there were eyes watching me. At least a hundred eyes, glowing in the dark. Scared the crap out of me until the next morning when I looked out and saw a field full of cattle.