We have had several very dry, blistering humid summers in a row, so while this one has been dry, the temps haven’t been all that bad. The nights are especially pleasant.
One summer in particular it was tinder box dry; fire danger was beyond extreme. Everyone who owned property was exceptionally nervous about forest fires and careless campers. To copy a phrase from a Canadian billboard “Fire danger extreme. Do not even fart in the woods!”…that is how dry it was here.
As I said in my previous post, Dan and I do not allow fire works, fire crackers or even sparklers in our park. We were particularly uneasy that 4th of July. There is always someone that tries to set off a few while they think we are other wise occupied.
That year, it wasn’t OUR guests we had to worry about; in fact OUR guests were worried about what was going on with our neighbor on the other side of our woods. No one needed to leave here to go any place else to watch fireworks. Our neighbor was providing us with quite a display of breath-taking and nerve wracking fireworks (which obviously isn’t legal to begin with since this is not part of the reservation). It seemed as minutes went by, they kept getting “set off” lower and pointed more in our direction. Some barely cleared the tops of the trees in our woods.
We decided to lighten OUR fears and our guest’s fears and to prevent anyone from getting injured and to save our woods and property, we’d have to be party poopers and call the State Police.
The State Police were unable to respond so one of the Luce Co. deputies was sent out. He stopped by after he had been down to the neighbors and assured us he had confiscated the fireworks. One couldn’t help but get a mental image as the deputy explained the visit to our neighbor. The party had been going on most of the afternoon and into the night, so not only were the fireworks lit but so was most every one in attendance of the party. (That was a scary thought; inebriated persons sending up fireworks!) Upon arrival, the Deputy had been offered a drink which he declined. The person who offered the Deputy the drink appeared to be wearing NOTHING but a fake grass skirt. Fake Grass Skirt Man was the one sending up the fireworks. Apparently the theme of the merrymaking was Polynesian. Other guests were similarly attired…and in the same state of bliss…and very buoyant and affable. No one even seemed to mind that they had to put the fireworks in the trunk of the patrol car, they all cheerfully pitched in. And in fact, Fake Grass Skirt Man thought it was exceptionally amusing when he got a wee bit too close to their campfire and set his “skirt” ablaze!
Don’t you get the mental image???
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