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'The Lamonster Chronicles'
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pegasus1300
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Oh, I can't wait to hear the rest this. My own park bench story in the mean time, is not near as dramatic. My friend Lonnie and I rode down to Farmington NM from Provo to see his parents, a quick trip. We got as far as Rifle on the way back and we were both too tired. We asked a police officer in town if we could throw our bags out on the grass behind the police station. He said if we were still in town in 10 min we would have a cell we could sleep in. That didn't sound great, so we left town. Just beyond the city limits, we found a roadside park. I suggested we go as far back out of sight as we could get, just in case. Sure enough about an hour a car stops at the entrance, flashes a light but doesn't see us, and soon drives off. That is my most exciting park bench story. Can't wait for the rest of yours.
BajaRon
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#22 - The Longest Ride (Part 3c)
Once in the bathroom, we were both relieved to see that no harm had been done. To be sure, those tiny little spyders were a startling annoyance. The sheer numbers were impressive. But once removed, the drama was over, with no lasting effects.
We discussed heading out again, or getting a hotel for a few hours, but decided to give our original plan another try, this time without the park bench approach. I returned to my motorcycle seat, and Lamont piled up some luggage against a large tree in a dark spot, essentially turning it into a recliner. It looked much more comfortable to me than my Spyder seat, but I didn’t want to go to the trouble of unloading my bike, and the next similar tree was a fair distance away. So, we settled in again.
It didn’t take long for me to drift off once more.
I believed I was having a reoccurring dream, because the yelling was back. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But it was different this time. The first time the tenor was more of surprised panic. This time it definitely had more of an angry overtone.
Again, I rushed over to Lamont, now standing next to the tree, frantically stripping off his shirt. Looking closely in the dim light, I could see that the tree was covered in ants with several thick, black, vertical lines going up and down on the trunk. The nightmare was repeating itself with only the critters of grief having been changed.
We repeated the bathroom visit, and I can’t remember if Lamont suffered any bites from his latest bout with nature. I find it hard to believe that there was no damage, but neither do I remember any. We’ll have to ask him for these finer details.
We retrieved his luggage items from the ants, who didn't seem to be particularly interested in his belongings, and headed for home. Over 400 miles and about 7 hours. Other than being zombies when we arrived, this leg of the trip was uneventful.
All told, start to finish, it ended up being 1,455 miles in approximately 27 hours. We did it once, and I’m sticking to our story. But don’t ask us to ever do it again. We were lucky to live through the one event. I'm not interested in pushing my luck for a repeat performance. I feel safe in saying that Lamont would answer the same way.
Once in the bathroom, we were both relieved to see that no harm had been done. To be sure, those tiny little spyders were a startling annoyance. The sheer numbers were impressive. But once removed, the drama was over, with no lasting effects.
We discussed heading out again, or getting a hotel for a few hours, but decided to give our original plan another try, this time without the park bench approach. I returned to my motorcycle seat, and Lamont piled up some luggage against a large tree in a dark spot, essentially turning it into a recliner. It looked much more comfortable to me than my Spyder seat, but I didn’t want to go to the trouble of unloading my bike, and the next similar tree was a fair distance away. So, we settled in again.
It didn’t take long for me to drift off once more.
I believed I was having a reoccurring dream, because the yelling was back. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But it was different this time. The first time the tenor was more of surprised panic. This time it definitely had more of an angry overtone.
Again, I rushed over to Lamont, now standing next to the tree, frantically stripping off his shirt. Looking closely in the dim light, I could see that the tree was covered in ants with several thick, black, vertical lines going up and down on the trunk. The nightmare was repeating itself with only the critters of grief having been changed.
We repeated the bathroom visit, and I can’t remember if Lamont suffered any bites from his latest bout with nature. I find it hard to believe that there was no damage, but neither do I remember any. We’ll have to ask him for these finer details.
We retrieved his luggage items from the ants, who didn't seem to be particularly interested in his belongings, and headed for home. Over 400 miles and about 7 hours. Other than being zombies when we arrived, this leg of the trip was uneventful.
All told, start to finish, it ended up being 1,455 miles in approximately 27 hours. We did it once, and I’m sticking to our story. But don’t ask us to ever do it again. We were lucky to live through the one event. I'm not interested in pushing my luck for a repeat performance. I feel safe in saying that Lamont would answer the same way.
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