Steven opens the door and gets in the car. A second later I hear him cry out in laughter. Curious what he was laughing at, I climb in and saw him still cackling, he was looking in the direction of the driver. I turn and took a double look, he was wearing a Yogi the bear costume. I chuckled right along with Steven and remembered it was national Forest Fire Prevention Month. The driver asks us to put on our seatbelts so we can get going. As he pulls on to the roadway I ask how long he has to wear that ridiculous thing. He confirms he has to wear the costume all month long. He already got in trouble for taking it off one day because it got too hot, and the customer complained to the wildlife headquarters that was a few kilometers east. By the sound of his voice and how he was talking he sounds like he’s struggling. I told the driver there was no need to wear the costume. We wouldn’t tell anyone he wasn’t wearing it. It must be awful wearing that all day. He removes the costume only to reveal he was actually yogi the bear. Am I in a dream? “Yogi?” I say hesitantly. “Yea what’s up” he says. Holy shit I’m going crazy, Yogi the bear is talking to me. I looked over at steven and he was still laughing at the fact, yogi the bear was driving us back to our campsite. “Dude I used to watch you all the time” he said. But then a sliver of reality hit me. The mushrooms we made with dinner, were they from back home? They might be the ones we found while hiking earlier that day. Either way that only meant one thing. I then realized we were tripping hard on mushrooms with Yogi The Bear.