We were tent camping about two years ago near the Rocky Mountain National Park (Estes Park). They have those bear proof storage bins in each campsite.
So we packed everything in there and went to sleep. About 11pm or so I hear some heavy breathing about three feet behind my head and not the good kind. A bear was standing right outside our tent sniffing the fabric to see if we had any food in it.
That was the quietist I’ve ever been in my life.
He/she/they/Yogi/Smokey/Cocaine then lumbered over to the storage bin and shook that thing before moving on to the next site.
Sphincter clenching but we were told by the ranger the next day that it was most likely just a black bear.
“Oh, ok - well then, no worries”