The shout came from down the trail, among the Jeeps, from which then emerged a bald, bearded man in a black t-shirt whom the other Jeepers called Angel came striding up the trail toward us and began barking orders and shouting about there being too many chiefs and not enough Indians, too many chefs in the kitchen — though I thought it strange since the conversation among the owner of the Frontier and Tacoma, the two motorcyclists, and the Jeepers had only just begun. He then started shouting for everyone to return to their vehicles and back up, shouting, “If you’re not going to help, get back in your vehicle and turn fucking around!” Those very words he directed squarely at me, standing in front of me midstride and pointing…
…see you trail cowboy
A new translation from the original language, with a new introduction, commentary, and notes.
A tangent for history!
An Appalachian safari.
Two hunters walk into a camp – you won’t believe what happens next!
The adventure continues on Dimetrodon Island!
Our campsite may once have been cleared of trees, though no intact stumps remained. There
…and then we arrived…