When kids, my brothers and I used to camp in the timber by Rolley Lake. We wouldn't use the
campground built for the city slickers. Our great grandfather had the lake named after him because
he had homesteaded by the side of the lake, so we country ragamuffins considered them and the
campgrounds intruders and would go out of our way to scare them at night. We would bring along
tins of sardines in oil, pour the oil all over a rotten stump, and then drop the sardines into the hollow
center. You could hear the bears growling and carrying on during the night as they tried to get those
sardines. Our camp was set inside a massive windfall above the trail to the falls, well away from those
stumps, so we never were bothered by anyone or the bears. If I could re-wind the clock, I would do it
again just to see how scared those city campers would get.