Pam.. .I'm quite sure that I told about the bat adventure. Not sure how you missed it. Yeah, I always believed the wives tale about no bats in hair, but it did happen to me. In short:
Canoe trip, just husband and me in the Utah wilderness. Paddled all day, pitched the tent on sand bars at night. One night we awoke at midnight or so to a howling wind storm. Had to lay spread-eagle in our tent to keep it from pulling up stakes and blowing into the river, with us zipped inside it. When the storm was over, we were sandblasted (the tent is mainly mesh). By flashlights we dumped out the tent, cleaned everything off, and bathed in the river. Went back to bed. Our mistake was that husband left his tent door open but I closed mine. I awoke later and felt something fluttering on the back of my neck (thank goodness I'm a stomach sleeper). It fluttered again. I covered the sides of my face with my hands and said, "Tom! Are you awake??!! There's something in my hair and I think it's a bat!!!" He turned on the flashlight and said, "Yep, it's a bat. . .and it shit all over your head." He grabbed some clothing to wrap his hand, ripped the bat out of my long braid (I have short hair now), and flung it out the tent door, where it wobbled around for awhile and then flew off. I took another flashlight bath in the river. Our camping rule now is that we either sleep with both doors open, or both doors closed. The bat obviously flew in his door, chasing mosquitoes (or whatever meal it was following), its sonar didn't register the mesh door on my side of the tent. It hit the door and landed on my head, tangling itself in my hair. Thank goodness I was face down and he was face up. My husband said it was one of the uglier sights he's seen. The little bat face with its jaws and sharp teeth snapping at him and the hooked wings all tangled up in my hair.
Did I just say that I was ready for another adventure? Maybe I should just stay home. We seem to have more than our share of weirdness on the road.
