i was going to do something else, i think, but i got going up a road that i wanted to see where it went, and clearly it went SOMEWHERE because there's a geocache hidden at the end of it.
and it's on
the map as a regular honkin' road so i don't think twice about driving on
it, even though it is the kind of road you would HATE on account of
it's one narrow lane and you have to drive slow and careful.
and i passed the ostensible parking lot where the ranger truck was
parked, because even though it was narrower and steeper it still looked
like a road.
and then i got to the bottom (i had gone over some
sort of ridge thingy) and there was this guy in an orange vest and he
looked a lot like the ranger and i hoped i hadn't missed a sign that
said i couldn't drive here but thought if he was mad, i could probably
get away with a nice apology and such but it turned out i wasn't in trouble.
out he's the manager of the preserve where i'm staying. has been for
thirty some odd years. and we made chitchat and he made some
recommendations about what to see on these mountains and where i might
enjoy biking and if i only had the knees for one hike which one i should
do, and we watched a loon and a beaver fishing (he thought) the same
school of fish.
it's still nearly fifty degrees out, but a little breezy.