Those storms sure have a way of making you realise how minute you are in the nature of things. Some great stories being told, storms or not.

Like a freight train?

This is not camping related, but when a huge bushfire was bearing down on me in 2009, the sound was like a very big pack of Harley Davidsons in the distance.

A Grizzly Bear while riding in the Grand Tetons National Park on my TransAm summer of 2012.

Touring related:

Solo on the Great Divide Montain Bike Route in Montana. Rolling fast on a long mountain downhill, I saw what looked like a dog loping up toward me on the dirt forest road. I figured a hiker would follow close behind, and I was looking for the hiker to make sure he or she controlled the dog before I got too close, but no hiker appeared. Then I got close enough to notice the abnormally long tail with the little white tip on the "dog". Which turned out, in fact, to be a German Sheperd-sized kitty cat.

The mountain lion looked at me, and I looked at the mountain lion, and then he darted off into the woods by the side of the road ahead of me. It was either ride on past where I knew the mountain lion to be, or face a long climb back the wrong way, with nothing on the other side for miles but more trees. I took a long break, and then proceeded ahead, singing loudly. Never saw the cat again.

If we've expanded beyond camping to touring in general, I would add one here.

It was Columbus Day weekend my senior year in college when I was living in Boston. We had a four-day weekend. I looked at the maps and figured it should be possible to ride to the Canadian border and back, a round trip distance of 525 miles. On the second day as I reached Pittsburg, NH it started to get dark. There were still another 22 miles to the border post and I didn't have lights. However, the US border post closed at night - so there was almost no traffic - and the moon was also out.

So I cycled out through the moonlit and otherwise black road. It was a little cold, but I was bundled up and so not too bad. As I cycled along the road - up front I saw a *huge* moose. At least it looked that way to me. I was cycling right at it but it was mostly lackadaisical, spotting me and mostly ambling along. (Not sure the moose would be that much larger than normal, but somehow outside the water and in the dark, they look larger ). Fortunately, it slowly ambled off the road as I passed, though I had more dark cycling to contemplate these creatures.

I reached the border. The US post was closed, but someone was at the Canadian side. So I briefly went in to greet them before turning around and cycling southbound. After my giant moose, I decided to cycle until very close to Pittsburg before pitching my tarp and sleeping alongside the road.

Next morning, as I came into the cafe for breakfast, I noticed a number of folks out for hunting season. Not sure exactly what season it was, though in hindsight I suspect I would have been more at risk for cycling along the dark during hunting season - than ever was from wildlife I met along the way.

We went on a 8-week sojourn of the US Southwest back in '71 camping with the family when i was growing up - picture anything from San Fran to Denver and south... Can't remember where exactly this incident happened, but... Probably outside of Boulder or maybe Taylor Reservoir...

I was all of 13 years old at the time and slept like the proverbial rock - anything short of a nuke detonation and I slept through it.

We were in an 8-man cabin tent and at 0-dark thirty Dad heard grunting and rustling outside the tent. He shined the 6V lantern out the door of the tent and saw a HUGE grizzly clawing at our utility trailer where we kept our food... The next morning, we got up and were told by Dad about the close encounter. There were deep claw gouges in the plywood of the utility trailer, and even the 'bear-proof' garbage cans were destroyed.

This brought home the 'rule' we had about NEVER bringing any food into the tent - no chips, snacks, even chewing gum. The old canvas tent would hold that scent. The bears would sniff it out.

I just remembered a scary night on the Appalachian Trail. I was camping in the Grayson Highlands in VA, where there's a herd of wild horses. It was a full moon, and I could hear the herd galloping in the distance. I thought that was cool, until they got pretty close, then I could see the shadows of the horses passing the tent in the moonlight. I seriously thought I was going to get trampled. My heart was pounding louder than the hooves. I guess there was enough moonlight they could see me.

Another night, about 40 years ago (ugh), I was hitching through Appalachia and bedded down just off a road. It was a cool feeling, being young and dumb and free, and there was even a train whistle in the distance. In a short while, I could see the train headlight bearing down on me, closer and closer. I shot up in the bag and started feeling around for the tracks I was sure I was lying on. The tracks were about ten feet away, way too close to a freight train. My sleeping bag nearly filled up with poop that time. It wasn't for another week or so that I could laugh about that.

Suitable thread for Halloween!

I waited until Halloween to read this tread...I hope no one comes to the door dressed like an Owl or Bear!!!

Not bike touring, but backpacking. I was doing field work in the Big Horn Mtns of WY with another person, and two llamas to carry some of the gear. We set up camp in a small meadow above a lake. We each had our own tent, placed on either side of the clearing, the llamas staked out between us. I woke up in the middle of the night to a running llama panicking and hitting the end of it's rope as a herd of elk ran through our clearing.

Backpacking in VA around 1992 or so. I was on the AT about two nights from the closest road. Walking down the trail I see a sign on a tree, from the forest service stating that a few nights earlier a woman had been violently assaulted and ***** at the very trail shelter I had just slept at, stating the suspect was still on the loose and advising hikers to get off the trail as soon as possible.

i was only fifteen or so and only had a Ka Bar knife as a weapon. I immediately turned around and walked all day and through the night to make it back to a road where I hitched a ride to Damascus, VA. That was hands down the most scared I have been in the woods. Of all the hazards, running into the wrong people worries me the most. I know lots of people say over and over again that those kinds of things are rare, but the truth is it happens, and its pretty much a crap shoot as to whether you become the one targeted.

I have had exactly the same thing happen to me. Its a scary noise!