Not Balboa - that's the other coast, the right coast. No, this fight with Rocky Racoon took place on the left coast, at Salt Point SP. We saw the "Most Wanted" poster at the unmanned park entrance, and the reality of the realm we were entering had not dawned on us yet.
But we had a nice dinner and even a fire in the fire ring, and headed off to bed after putting the food in the wooden locker. I left the pannier I carry the food/stove/pots in just under the picnic table.
I woke up to noise at some point in the night; figured it was a racoon, and grabbed my glasses, headlamp, and shoes. Sure enough, beady little eyes lookin' at me from the bushes. S/he had gotten in my closed pannier and dragged the MSR fuel bottle top and a Ziploc of forks/knives out of it. Rocky had gotten the forks half way out, through the corner of the Ziploc when I interrupted him/her.
Long story short, this battle royale went 3 rounds, with me finally jamming everything in the little wooden food locker; Rocky checking out our other panniers under our vestibule, right by our heads; and me being lucky enough to see a cool shooting star among some amazing stars round midnight.
I'd show you the photos, but I don't have the technology...
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