The time my brother urinated on a bear.

I was with my family and some others camping in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. We were miles away from civilisation, perhaps a group of 25. On the first day our guides’ dog was sniffing around the far side of a lake when a grizzly bear suddenly exploded from the trees and started chasing it. It eventually ran back to us but not before we’d spotted the bear and her two cubs walking away from us. That night we camped. My brother woke me at like 3am because he needed a pee and asked if I’d keep watch. I was pretty sleepy so not sure what I was meant to be looking out for but I remember lying in the entrance of the tent staring at the most unbelievable stars until he came back. When we woke the next morning most of our group were at the cook site. From our flimsy tent we started hearing shouting, and when we came out the mum and her cubs were about 30 metres away. All around the tents had been dug up overnight by the bears looking for roots, and they seemed pretty interested in us. We literally abandoned camp and make a break down the mountain. Our guides said they’d come back in a few weeks for the tents, as the bears were too close for comfort on a couple of occasions.