I had a very disturbing experience recently while camping in Tuolumne Meadows in Yosemite. Around midnight, I was awakened by someone pounding on the outside of my truck and yelling for me to get out. I have heart problems and it nearly scared me to death.
Flashlights shining in my face, the people asked for ID and my Social Security number. I was told to keep my hands up. They asked if I'd been drinking. They must have confused me with someone else.
I was in violation of the food storage rules. They said there was a bottle left out. I forgot to put it away, and there was dog food left in my dog's dish. They woke me up at 12:03 a.m. to write a citation.
These Gestapo-like tactics don't make for a pleasant park experience. They're patrolling the campground at midnight, looking for food storage violations. A better time would be 8, 9 or 10 p.m.
Bears are a problem, but this was a small violation and my treatment by the rangers seems extreme. My ice chest and food were in the storage bin.
GARY M. HASTINGS