Make you feel better, the first bear attack (actually 2) was on Mt. Phillips (give yourself another 300 feet). I damn near killed myself getting up there. Turned out we actually had 2 attacks 6 hours apart. The two crews in camp were not aware of each other, and crew #1 elected to not hike down to Clear Creek in the dark (don't blame them). But crew #2 didn't know anything had happened.
I got called to the radio room at 4:15 AM. We got a sketchy cell phone call at 4:30 saying there were two bear attacks, and they were hiking down. I had the radio room immediately call and send hasty teams from both Clear Creek and Cyphers (we didn't know which way they were coming down). The team coming up from Clear actually made it up in less than 30 minutes, and intercepted both crews before that started down the trail.
Initially they were going to send me out immediately, but then decided to send me up at sunrise with the medical and ranger team. They wanted me to interview both crews before they got out of the backcountry. As we show up, the Clear staff is trying to keep the advisors from the two crews from getting in a fist fight. The second crew was REALLY pissed that they were not madde aware of the first attack. Mind you crew #1 did not know #2 existed, and as you will see the campsite are spread out over a decent distance (campsite #2 and #11). There were shouting matches throughout the interviews.........neither kid had significant injuries. Key point, the bear was seen ALL evening about 75 yards from campsite #2. They jad several Polaroid pictures of a large blond bear. Both crews were adamant their campsites were clean..........up until that night I had exactly one sighting up there for a smaller, dark cinnamon bear.
So up the mountain I go following 6 rangers. The decision had been made to close all the trail camps on the west side of the Central country. Mind you, I operated out of Base and DROVE pretty much everywhere (I had clearance to drive anywhere you could get a truck). So going Base to Clear (~10,700) and then quickly heading up Phillips on foot was not fun. Lots of folks made fun of my radio call in saying I reached the top of Mt. Phillips. Apparently they thought they might have to send a second medical team. Both campsite were extremely clean, but O started finding bear scat and all of it had trash in it. Out of frustration, I kicked a sitting log near the filtering. Holy crap, I find were someone hollowed out a hidy hole and left 2 full meal bags. Me and a ranger start looking under logs and flat rocks, and end up with almost an entire trash bag of actual food.....hince the reason to look under rocks and logs (the rangers faught me hard on this initially, but changed their tune after about a week). Be danged careful in last night camps, people are known to get stupid and not want to carry in extra weight over the Tooth.
We brought in the dogs, and they had me put in a trap at Red Hills (not far from where that photo of the snow was taken). It was about midnight by the time I set the trap at Red Hills. That was one of my longest days at Philmont. Woke up the next morning somehow wrapped around the gear shift.
Little did I know we would have another attack 10 days later at Cathedral Rock (actually pretty serious), and 3 people very minorly injured 2 weeks after that at Rocky Mountain Scout Camp (near Lovers Leap).