A few years ago I was sleeping peacfully in Hidden Valley campground when I heard the baleful cry of a road slug grandma searching for her lost Fifi. The calls went on and on- "Fifiiiiii", ..............."Fifiiiiii", ......................"Fifiiiiii", ..........."Fifiiiiii", ............."Fifiiiiii", ............."Fifiiiiii", .............."Fifiiiiii", ..........."Fifiiiiii" - as she walked closer and closer and got louder and louder. A mild mannered young climber finally took pity on the poor forlorne woman and enlightened her as to her Fifi's whereabouts. "YOUR F_______ DOG GOT EATEN BY CAYOTES LADY. WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LET US SLEEP!!"
Saw a similiar thing happen there last month