I went to bed about midnight. There was some guy riding his 4 wheeler back and forth in front of our coach. He was hollaring like a drunken Indian or something. I never heard the cowboys. this went on for an hour. Then, I heard it stop, suddenly. Then the drunken screaming began again, just no 4 wheeler. At 2 am I thought I heard a bear in our camp. I got up and it was Doug. I thought he was sleep walking so I went back to bed. this morning he has a wild story to tell.
It seems what I thought was a drunken Indian was just that. He wrecked his 4 wheeler and layed there screaming. He finally dragged himself to a motohome door, but the lady would not open it. She called the cops. An ambulance hauled the guy away. A wrecker took his 4 wheeler, and the guy was indeed drunk. The cops wrote him a driving while intoxicated ticket as the ambulance hauled him away. Doug saw it all. This truly is the wild west.
This morning I am sitting in Doug's jeep waiting on the girls to find all of the bargains. This afternoon we have 8 geocaches marked to locate. It must be 75 degrees out here. Can't wait to find a shady spot behind one of these big cactie.
Hope all is well with yall. Come on back tonight for the rest of our story.
Dan
Aren't you glad you don't drink!
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