Shhh, don’t wake camp’s ‘neighbors’
MANY thanks to the Shurtleffs for rekindling my own elephant memories [Sights Seen, Feb. 4]. In 1974, I spent a month camping through eastern Africa. My friend and I would set up our tent anywhere in the bush.
The Serengeti stretched before us for hundreds of miles. As the sun set, I realized the solitude was an illusion. Hidden in the trees 15 feet away was a herd of elephants -- walking single file. I thought: “This is no Yosemite campsite!”
WENDY A. ROBINSON
Saugus
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