So back in the mid 90s when I was a young and naive, I set up camp with some buddies and a brand new boat in Cha. We took off one morning and hiked all the way upcanyon to where it meets the North Rainbow Trail (where Teddy reportedly spent the night). Six hours later we come rolling back to camp only to find 6-8 ravens having an absolute party on my 19 foot Tahoe! Pringles, hot dug bun remnants, granola wrappers, cookie packaging, and raven poop were all over the boat. Worst of all, they had pecked through a couple soda and beer cans which leaked all over and baked in the summer sun! I swear they even took it out wakeboarding! Alas, the RavenHaven was christened that evening while catfishing from the shore.