Fogged in earlier now it is a mix of sun and cloud.
Took the M/H down this morning and had a rock guard put on across the rear bumper.
Also dumped the sewer and gassed up. Gas was a bit of a shock. $150. Oh well we can get all the way home on that.
I did think of a little story - it is actually a piece of a story I wrote last year. This little bit can stand alone.
The first Ranger that I worked for as an Assistant Ranger was quite a character. The full short story is about my time under his supervision I don't have the story to copy from but the excerpt goes something like this.
One afternoon just before quitting time, Ralph came over to my desk and said, "Hey, tomorrow we are going on an overnight trip, we gotta go look for a patch of timber for Henry (I don't remember the fellows name so Henry will have to do). I'll bring supper and breakfast, just bring a lunch for tomorrow, your sleeping bag and maybe some fishing tackle."
So the next morning I was already to go, we would be taking Ralph's Jeep wagon as it would sit more than two, Henry showed up just after eight am and before nine we were on the road.
I quickly found out I was really just the driver for this unusual expedition. Unusual because we didn't help loggers locate their timber, that was their responsibility. And after about ten minutes of driving the first bottle of rum came out which they shared - back and forth.
Ralph wasn't really sure where we were going but he had me drive for about sixty kilometers out of town, started up several different roads, but they all petered out. We stopped for an early lunch beside a small creek. I fished and ate, the two of them told me how to fish while they ate and had a few more sips on the rum bottle. Finally we got going again and Ralph did direct me to an old road that wound back into the bush and eventually ended at a lake. It was now approaching mid afternoon,we hadn't seen any real timber and my two passengers were pretty well "oiled".
When I puuled to a stop, Ralph and Henry sort of poured out then Ralph let out a yell , stripped off his clothes and waded out into the lake. Now Ralph wasn't very tall he stooped with a back that was slightly humped and he was hairy!! He looked like a great big hairy spider!
Anyway he had his swim and came back to shore. "It's too late in the day we may as well camp here." Was his comment.
I set up the one tent that had been brought looked in the back of the Jeep for our supper and the only food I found was six tins of pork and beans. I did find two more bottles of rum! I asked Ralph what else we were having and what was for breakfast.
"Just beans," was his reply, "and any fish you catch."
I took my fishing rod and left the two of them sucking on their second bottle.
I fished for a couple hours and did catch a half dozen eight inch trout. When I got back to our "camp" both of them were passed out in the tent.
I started a little campfire, ate beans and two trout roasted over the fire on a forked stick. I sat for a bit then unrolled my sleeping bag on the grass and some spruce bows I gathered and turned in for the night.
The next morning I got up just after daylight, rekindled the fire and waited for my leader to arise.
When the two of them got up, they decided that that was enough timber scouting for a while and we headed back to town. I dropped Henry off at our office so he could drive his car and then took Ralph home and went back to the office.
The little expedition was never discussed.
Took the M/H down this morning and had a rock guard put on across the rear bumper.
Also dumped the sewer and gassed up. Gas was a bit of a shock. $150. Oh well we can get all the way home on that.
I did think of a little story - it is actually a piece of a story I wrote last year. This little bit can stand alone.
The first Ranger that I worked for as an Assistant Ranger was quite a character. The full short story is about my time under his supervision I don't have the story to copy from but the excerpt goes something like this.
One afternoon just before quitting time, Ralph came over to my desk and said, "Hey, tomorrow we are going on an overnight trip, we gotta go look for a patch of timber for Henry (I don't remember the fellows name so Henry will have to do). I'll bring supper and breakfast, just bring a lunch for tomorrow, your sleeping bag and maybe some fishing tackle."
So the next morning I was already to go, we would be taking Ralph's Jeep wagon as it would sit more than two, Henry showed up just after eight am and before nine we were on the road.
I quickly found out I was really just the driver for this unusual expedition. Unusual because we didn't help loggers locate their timber, that was their responsibility. And after about ten minutes of driving the first bottle of rum came out which they shared - back and forth.
Ralph wasn't really sure where we were going but he had me drive for about sixty kilometers out of town, started up several different roads, but they all petered out. We stopped for an early lunch beside a small creek. I fished and ate, the two of them told me how to fish while they ate and had a few more sips on the rum bottle. Finally we got going again and Ralph did direct me to an old road that wound back into the bush and eventually ended at a lake. It was now approaching mid afternoon,we hadn't seen any real timber and my two passengers were pretty well "oiled".
When I puuled to a stop, Ralph and Henry sort of poured out then Ralph let out a yell , stripped off his clothes and waded out into the lake. Now Ralph wasn't very tall he stooped with a back that was slightly humped and he was hairy!! He looked like a great big hairy spider!
Anyway he had his swim and came back to shore. "It's too late in the day we may as well camp here." Was his comment.
I set up the one tent that had been brought looked in the back of the Jeep for our supper and the only food I found was six tins of pork and beans. I did find two more bottles of rum! I asked Ralph what else we were having and what was for breakfast.
"Just beans," was his reply, "and any fish you catch."
I took my fishing rod and left the two of them sucking on their second bottle.
I fished for a couple hours and did catch a half dozen eight inch trout. When I got back to our "camp" both of them were passed out in the tent.
I started a little campfire, ate beans and two trout roasted over the fire on a forked stick. I sat for a bit then unrolled my sleeping bag on the grass and some spruce bows I gathered and turned in for the night.
The next morning I got up just after daylight, rekindled the fire and waited for my leader to arise.
When the two of them got up, they decided that that was enough timber scouting for a while and we headed back to town. I dropped Henry off at our office so he could drive his car and then took Ralph home and went back to the office.
The little expedition was never discussed.
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