By Michael Lanza
On our first night in the backcountry of Yosemite National Park on one of my earliest backpacking trips, two friends and I—all complete novices—hung our food from a tree branch near our camp. Unfortunately, the conifer trees around us all had short branches: Our food stuff sacks hung close to the trunk.
During the night, the predictable happened: We awoke to the sound of a black bear clawing up the tree after our food.