Rocky the raccoon 🦝
After camping for a week in the woods, surrounded by nothing but nature, we began to gather our belongings and take down the tent.
In the distance, watching us from the branch of a tree, was our little friend we called Rocky — a young raccoon, curious and playful, who visited us every day, always at mealtimes.
He looked a little sad, as if already missing us even before we had left, which made us a little sad too, thinking that with winter just around the corner, Rocky would have a hard time finding food — and perhaps that was why he looked so forlorn.
Después de acampar una semana en el bosque, rodeados nada más que por la naturaleza, empezamos a alistar nuestras pertenencias y desarmar la carpa.
A lo lejos, mirándonos desde la rama de un árbol, estaba nuestro pequeño amigo al que que llamamos Rocky, un joven mapache curioso y juguetón, que nos visitaba todos los días siempre durante las comidas.
Se lo veía un poco triste como extrañándonos ya incluso antes de que nos marcháramos, lo que nos puso un poco tristes, pensando en que con el invierno en ciernes, Rocky pasaría mucho trabajo en encontrar comida, y por eso se veía tan desolado.
It is crazy how a week in the woods can make a wild animal feel like a member of the crew.
ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ Tenor
Poor Rocky. There is something so bittersweet about that kind of goodbye. Usually, nature just ignores us, but when a young raccoon actually stops to watch you pack up, it shows a real bond was made. He probably wasnt just looking for a last meal, he was wondering why his "neighbors" were tearing down his favorite hangout spot.
I really hope you managed to grab a photo of him on that branch. Those "sad" eyes probably said more than any words could. It makes the walk back to the car feel so much heavier. Did you leave him any safe parting gifts or a little cache of food to find later?
Since winter is right around the corner, that is a real survivalist worry. Raccoons are pretty smart at storing things, but losing a steady food source right as the cold hits is a tough break for a little guy.
Nature is tough, but Rocky is built for this cycle. We are just temporary visitors in his world, even if it feels the other way around sometimes. I hope that when you head back next season, he is the first one there to greet you. The campsite is going to feel so empty and quiet once that tent is gone. Stay safe on the trip back, and thanks for sharing this story about your little friend. Rocky is a great name for a survivor like him.