I just arrived back to the South Ranger Station after a great work week in the backcountry. I came out just in time because it is pouring down rain now. I have actually been "off" for the last 2 days, but I choose to work in the BC and get some more great experience instead of sitting around. I was in a new location that I have never been to and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I had a great time, and we got a lot of productive work done as well. The weather was beautiful sunshine the whole time, with some of the hottest days so far. When I woke up this morning to leave it was threatening rain, which had me worried b/c its a 2.5hr hike out, but luckily it only sprinkled a little, which kept the skeeters and the dust down.
Upon arriving at my trailer I had an interesting discovery. I walk in the door, sat down my bag, and threw my keys on the table. Then I noticed there was a hat on the table. I thought, "that's not my hat". Then I saw coffee by the sink and said," I don't drink coffee." Upon further inspection I realized that some people had been living in my house while I was gone. I walked over to the station to inquire, and I was told it was horse guys who were down here working. I was not very happy to say the least. The guys stopped by just after I got back, and it turns out I knew them and that they were leaving today. They apologized for moving my stuff etc., but neither they nor I were aware that they would be staying there. They thanked me and they packed up and left. So it all worked out. But that was not the relaxing welcome home that I was expecting.
Anyway, I'm about to do some chores and work out some, but I will post a good update and lots of pics later this evening.
BYE
1 comment:
Enjoyed your story...kind of a twisted/reversed version of "The 3 Bears". Hope your "visitors" didn't invade your privacy too much (or eat any of your porridge, break your chair or sleep in your bed).
Maybe you ought to write a book: "Jordy's Glock & The Three Rangers"...a tale of intrigue in the land of Jellystone about 3 park workers who engage in a trailor invasion...commence to make coffee, leave clothing on the furniture & take a nap...you stroll in, yell "Somebody has been lying on my sofa,—and there they are!" and procede to blow them away w/ your 9MM. During your interigation, you give the officers a description of 3 suspects..."a wee little bear, a medium-sized bear & a great big bear" who are captured & relocated to a remote area of the park. Case closed!
Like the original (apologies to Robert Southy), it's a cautionary tale that imparts a lesson about the hazards of wandering off and exploring unknown territory & messing w/ other folks stuff!
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