Stranded at dusk, I scrambled into a ranger’s emergency lean-to as shadows snorted nearby. Wild boars—massive, tusked, and restless—rooted just yards away. Moonlight glinted off their bristled backs as I held my breath, heart pounding. The flimsy tarp walls offered little comfort, but the boars, thankfully, ignored me—focused on acorns and damp earth. Dawn came slow and silent. As sunlight pierced the trees, the herd vanished into the mist. Shaking but safe, I packed up, whispering thanks to the shelter—and the boars—for an unforgettable, adrenaline-fueled night in the wild.
