Reviewed by KachinaBoy from Arizona on Wednesday, April 10, 2013
I spend a lot of weekends in the Grand Canyon. You don't typically see bears there. And you don't see rodents either. But you hear them. At night. When they invade the plastic grocery bag you forgot to hang up, crinkling around sampling one tiny bite of every Power Bar you brought. Not to mention the ravens watching and waiting for you to step away from camp for a moment. This container definitely disappoints them.