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It was then on to Rosalie Lake. I found a great campsite below the trail.
I had the great vantage point of being able to see people walk by again and they couldn’t even tell I was there. Unfortunately a bear did find my campsite and once again I was awakened in the middle of the night by a very pissed off furry friend. This time I wedged my bear can among some large boulders. This only added to his/her frustration because the can couldn’t be rolled around at all. My main concern was the can rolling into the lake, and it didn’t. I did end up with a couple of incredible claw grooves in the aluminum top as mementos.
