Just like climbing, wildcamping isn’t always fun.
“So… there might be bears here,” my climbing partner mumbles, pointing at a large sign covered in Italian words – and a picture of a bear. It’s past midnight, and we’re on the outskirts of a town we haven’t seen in daylight yet.
We’d been in Italy for a few weeks now, having both defended our master theses, and in desperate need of a break. Neither of us cared much for hostels or campsites, preferring to wildcamp for a few weeks next to as many climbing crags in northern Italy as possible. It was the perfect plan.
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But just like climbing, wildcamping isn’t always easy. Or safe.
Shivering out in the cold, I ask: “But isn’t this supposed to be a climbing crag?” He points further up the dirt trail winding its way past two concrete barriers. I can barely make out the shadow of a rock jutting into the black night sky. That must be it. “If you ask me, they’ve turned the crag into the local trash dump, and that’s what’s attracting the bears,” I hear him mutter.
That’s another thing climbing and wildcamping have in common: they both expect at least as much daring of you, as firm skills of risk-assessment.
We get back into the car, checking the climbing guides for clues as to where we might find a nice place to pitch a tent that hopefully wasn’t crawling with bears. I’m in the driver’s seat. I’m trying to get better at driving stick-shift. The driving itself hasn’t been going too well. I cried more than once, ashamed of seeming unable to improve, no matter how desperately I wanted to. And then there were those nightmarish steep inclines: Every time we hit a hill, we had to switch seats for fear of me killing the motor and us getting stuck on the mountain roads.
But as much as I hated driving back then, I hated sucking at it even more, so there I was: at the wheel again.
I’m sketching out a plan in my mind where we could set the tent and still be safe from bears (between the car and the concrete barrier?), when suddenly a car pulls up next to us.
Its headlights are turned off. And more are coming.