The one car funeral

He could mess up a one car funeral, and he did. Yesterday the Kadizzles went high into the Sierra Ancha mountains to clear trails. About three miles in we finished the last log cutting and the trail was basically done. Everyone was going to head back to the truck and go home. Of course Winky made it back first, then Kadizzle, and it was a surprise Jim got there before MB. We all sat for two hours by the truck waiting form MB. Where in the hell was he? It made no sense MB was a fast hiker. Finally we began to sense there might be a problem because MB was not returning. Winky got impatient and decided to hike down the road. MB must be hurt if he has not returned Jim and Kadizzle decided. Jim who has terrible ankles said he would go back for MB.  Kadizzle could not let Jim do this, so Kadizzle said he would look for MB. We shouted, honked the horn, and blew the whistle, but no response. The final decision was for Jim to take the truck to the top of the mountain to get a phone signal. Jim took off up the mountain and Kadizzle started down the trail at a good pace. About half a mile down the trail Kadizzle thought he heard the horn honk. What if MB somehow came back on another route. Kadizzle would be hiking into oblivion for no reason. Kadizzle hiked back to the truck spot. No MB. This was when Jim took off up the mountain to the fire tower to begin a search and rescue. Kadizzle for the second time headed down the trail thinking of the various things that could have befallen MB. Was it a snake bite, and attack by bears, mountain lions, or was he injured cutting a tree? Maybe he had some sort of physical thing like a stroke or heart attack. It was late in the day and the prospect of being stuck in the dark was looming. Of course this was the day we had no satellite communicator, no flashlight, and we were out of water. 

Madder than hell Kadizzle finally ran into MB coming down the trail, he was fine, just terribly stupid and inconsiderate. Now the problem was Jim initiating a rescue. It could mean many people would be heading our way. When Kadizzle got back Jim came roaring down the road with Winky. Fortunately they had reaced Jim's wife by phone and she convinced them to give it more time. There was no need to call off the troops. 

MB was mad we panicked and had starting walking down the road when Jim and Winky passed him. MB could not fathom his own stupidity and felt he had done nothing wrong. Apparently he had no idea of the time and was fiddling along the trail while we all sat waiting for him. The word inconsiderate needs to be tattooed on MB's forehead to warn others about hiking with him.