Well, it was flood season down in
the valleys along all those PNW rivers. On top of rain in the flatlands, it was
raining on the recent snow in the mountains. It had been such a strange winter
and now spring was strange too.
It made for messy walking.
Ralph got to wondering how things were going at the Ranger Station. So, since he always settles questions as soon as he can, after some morning venison and some coffee and telling Cherry a couple of funny stories about his childhood back in the old days, he decided to just go see for himself how things were going with his friend Ranger Rick.
“Hey, hey, Mona,” he said, giggling because he has heard the song, “I’m going to go see if Rick is still at his desk and telling Dexter what to do next.”
“Yeah, it’s probably time to see how he is,” agreed Ramona. She got the joke too.
Ralph was soaked clear up to his knees by the time he popped out of the forest by the dumpster. He grunted when he saw Rick’s truck. So, Rick was there.
Every time Ralph saw the office door at the station he was newly surprised at how small it was, but as usual he knocked and opened the door, bending down to peer inside.
“Oh, hi, Rick,” said Ralph. “I’m just checking in. I wondered how you were doing this morning. Sorry about the floor. It’s mighty wet out there.”
“Come in! The floor will dry, it’s just water,” said Rick. He looked like he was happy for a distraction from whatever was happening on his laptop. “Sit. I’ll get coffee.”
Ralph put the rest of himself through the door, and had a seat on the extra big chair Rick kept in his office mostly for Ralph.
Coming back from the kitchen nook, Rick said, “You picked a good time to show up. She made cinnamon rolls and they’re real biggies!” He was juggling two big mugs and a box of something which smelled very good at the same time.
Ralph’s sense of smell is so good he could practically smell the salt in the recipe, not to mention everything else.
“What’s on your mind, Ralph? How’s everybody at home? It has been a while,” said Rick.
“Everything’s good! Ramona runs a tight ship!” He smiled happily. “Oh, this is just a wellness visit! What’s going on? How’s Hannah working out? When will you reopen the campground? That sort of stuff.”
They took a little break to eat a couple of cinnamon rolls with their coffee.
“Let’s see, it’s pretty quiet around here. Hannah will come to work when I reopen the campground which will be when the parking lot is drivable. If we don’t get a whole lot more snow, it could be pretty soon,” said Rick.
“So, where’s Dexter?” said Ralph, missing the guy coming through the door and nearly fainting.
“I believe he’s taking Hannah to lunch about now. I gave him the day off,” said Rick.
“That’s nice,” said Ralph. “That’s probably what he should be doing!”
“Now, since you’re here, I have a question for you,” said Rick. He turned his laptop around so that Ralph could see the screen. On it a video was playing. Some channel called Hairy Man Road was running a thing about some movie being released, calling the old Patty footage a hoax.
“This movie is called Capturing Bigfoot, know anything about that?” said Rick.
“Well, no, but it doesn’t sound good,” said Ralph. “What’s the point?”
“Basically for the 7000th time on this here planet somebody says that the famous walk was taken by a guy in fancy hairy suit.
“Apparently this Hairy Man Road guy believes whatever they came up with,” said Rick.
“Oh. Well. Once again it will be fine. I’ll tell you who the hoaxers are. I don’t even have to see the movie and see how they did it. The movie makers are the hoaxers. No question about it.
“It’s another one of those definition things. Those with eyes to see will see a living person, my Aunt Poppy, by the way. And those who can’t bear that such a person should live, will see a sham, a fake, a dumb costume.
“And in a way, it’s good. If it discourages Bigfoot Investigators coming out here, I’m all for it,” said Ralph. He helped himself to a third very large cinnamon roll, and took a swig of coffee.
“No sweat, huh?” said Rick.
“Nope!” grinned Ralph, chewing with gusto.
It made for messy walking.
Ralph got to wondering how things were going at the Ranger Station. So, since he always settles questions as soon as he can, after some morning venison and some coffee and telling Cherry a couple of funny stories about his childhood back in the old days, he decided to just go see for himself how things were going with his friend Ranger Rick.
“Hey, hey, Mona,” he said, giggling because he has heard the song, “I’m going to go see if Rick is still at his desk and telling Dexter what to do next.”
“Yeah, it’s probably time to see how he is,” agreed Ramona. She got the joke too.
Ralph was soaked clear up to his knees by the time he popped out of the forest by the dumpster. He grunted when he saw Rick’s truck. So, Rick was there.
Every time Ralph saw the office door at the station he was newly surprised at how small it was, but as usual he knocked and opened the door, bending down to peer inside.
“Oh, hi, Rick,” said Ralph. “I’m just checking in. I wondered how you were doing this morning. Sorry about the floor. It’s mighty wet out there.”
“Come in! The floor will dry, it’s just water,” said Rick. He looked like he was happy for a distraction from whatever was happening on his laptop. “Sit. I’ll get coffee.”
Ralph put the rest of himself through the door, and had a seat on the extra big chair Rick kept in his office mostly for Ralph.
Coming back from the kitchen nook, Rick said, “You picked a good time to show up. She made cinnamon rolls and they’re real biggies!” He was juggling two big mugs and a box of something which smelled very good at the same time.
Ralph’s sense of smell is so good he could practically smell the salt in the recipe, not to mention everything else.
“What’s on your mind, Ralph? How’s everybody at home? It has been a while,” said Rick.
“Everything’s good! Ramona runs a tight ship!” He smiled happily. “Oh, this is just a wellness visit! What’s going on? How’s Hannah working out? When will you reopen the campground? That sort of stuff.”
They took a little break to eat a couple of cinnamon rolls with their coffee.
“Let’s see, it’s pretty quiet around here. Hannah will come to work when I reopen the campground which will be when the parking lot is drivable. If we don’t get a whole lot more snow, it could be pretty soon,” said Rick.
“So, where’s Dexter?” said Ralph, missing the guy coming through the door and nearly fainting.
“I believe he’s taking Hannah to lunch about now. I gave him the day off,” said Rick.
“That’s nice,” said Ralph. “That’s probably what he should be doing!”
“Now, since you’re here, I have a question for you,” said Rick. He turned his laptop around so that Ralph could see the screen. On it a video was playing. Some channel called Hairy Man Road was running a thing about some movie being released, calling the old Patty footage a hoax.
“This movie is called Capturing Bigfoot, know anything about that?” said Rick.
“Well, no, but it doesn’t sound good,” said Ralph. “What’s the point?”
“Basically for the 7000th time on this here planet somebody says that the famous walk was taken by a guy in fancy hairy suit.
“Apparently this Hairy Man Road guy believes whatever they came up with,” said Rick.
“Oh. Well. Once again it will be fine. I’ll tell you who the hoaxers are. I don’t even have to see the movie and see how they did it. The movie makers are the hoaxers. No question about it.
“It’s another one of those definition things. Those with eyes to see will see a living person, my Aunt Poppy, by the way. And those who can’t bear that such a person should live, will see a sham, a fake, a dumb costume.
“And in a way, it’s good. If it discourages Bigfoot Investigators coming out here, I’m all for it,” said Ralph. He helped himself to a third very large cinnamon roll, and took a swig of coffee.
“No sweat, huh?” said Rick.
“Nope!” grinned Ralph, chewing with gusto.
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