Yesterday, a sleeping man got attacked by a mountain lion in Nevada City (next town up from where I am at my mother's.) He survived the attack, but someone also just got rescued from near the same place (The Yuba River) -- it's just gorgeous up there. But there are a lot of nice cabins and inns. No reason whatsoever to camp. Or hike alone.
The hiker was 34. The mountain lion camper, 63. Age is clearly not a risk factor. Loneliness, is.
A camping buddy. If you don't have one, get one.
My daughter and her best friend will be heading to Yosemite this summer to camp with dad and grandpa. I, however, have learned from these campers and I will not be going. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Remember, the view is just as lovely from a well-appointed balcony as it is from a dirty tent cabin.