Following My Instincts

August 25, 2012 – This last Saturday night, I drove to my usual spot in the national forest and immediately noticed a white SUV that I didn’t recognize. It was parked crooked and leaning to one side, which suggested that the owners didn’t intend to sleep in it for the night. There was no tent set up, and the windows were half down. I glanced around looking for the owners and saw two figures in the distance dive behind a big bush. I immediately got suspicious.

I decided to park and keep my eye on things. I got all settled, and then, sure enough, the sound of gunfire came from the woods beyond. I didn’t worry too much, as this happens, despite all the signs posted around that say “No Target Shooting Allowed.” So far I’ve not had any issues with these gun-toting men.

However, a little while later, I heard a different sound. It was the sound of firecrackers being set off. This put me on edge, as it suggested a whole different kind of irresponsibility, especially as there was a fire ban in effect, and I feared that there may be drinking involved.

I had just started to watch a movie, but I decided to follow my instincts and leave. I may have stayed if any of the other car campers that I recognize were there, but I was alone. I drove to my friend’s house on the other side of town instead and parked in her driveway.

I hope that one of the people who live in that area reported them. If that happened, I’d rather not be there anyhow. Although I have nothing to fear from the law, I’d rather not have anything to do with them or have to be a witness or draw attention to myself. It’s entirely possible that the other car campers did the same thing as me, and left when they saw or heard people with guns. I suspect that they were target practicing close to the trailhead when I pulled up, which is why they dodged into the bushes when I looked their way.

If I go there tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised to find beer cans tossed on the ground in that spot.

Humans are a despicable species, but some more than others.

Until next time…

Roxy – A Free-Spirited Woman (my former blog).

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