Made camp in Colorado Rockies awhile back for 3 weeks, woke up when mama bear started licking last nights pots, unwashed because I guess dishwasher got fired. I always slept outside the tent on the ground in summer so I could fall asleep looking at stars. I rolled over and went back to sleep, it being dawn and all. Only time I felt fear was when I could swear a big cat was watching me by a birch stand further up the mountain, I couldn't see her but the silence and my hair standing on end for no apparent reason had me on my toes