The tree fell and blocked the trail. When the tree fell in the forest nobody heard it, but some of our friends found it on the trial. Today we hike in with perfect weather and cut up the miscreant. Also we made several other trails safe for democracy by putting up signs that will allow hikers to find them.
Monday it is back to chauffeur duty with the pressure washer machine gun crew. Over the weekend the camp ground has filled to almost capacity. Campers are pared two deep on the beech. Hopefully things will clear out tonight.
We meet a lot of people who have some loose bolts, but the other day one showed up that was in never never land. As Kadizzle was watching solar Jim fly his model plane a guy dressed to the hilt in a motorcycle rider disguise rode up on his Harley. First he was describing every acrobatic trick Jim did. Somehow he got into his history in the service. According to his deranged mind he had been in just about every branch of the military. Then he related how he swam around an island in Vietnam under water. During the swim he came under fire from friendly forces. When he emerged from the water and was seen to be an American they "Gave me a cake the size of the tailgate on your truck". Just before that Mr. Motorcycle told me how the Park Ranger saved his life the other day by pulling him out of the lake. So he said he bought a hat. Next he went to his motorcycle and put on a goofy sailing hat. What the hat had to do with being saved was beyond imagination, but apparently that is what you do when you are crazy and someone supposedly saves you. The man and his lunacy was driving Jim nuts and I left on my motorcycle.
Today driving into our campground Kadizzle was flagged down by the same crazy guy because he saw Kadizzle was driving a Forest Service truck. Crazy man started explaining how he was thrown out of the lower campground, but wanted to know if he was qualified to stay in ours. Just what we need. Quickly he told me he had worked at every major park in the country. Quickly Kadizzle explained he had nothing to do with who stayed where and left. Now back at our compound I see the spot on the opposite side of the road is empty. Lord please don't let crazy move in.
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