Unsupervised

Cheryl's News from Camp Webegone

Wednesday, Rich and I rode our bikes the ½ mile from our camp to the entrance to the Upper Rogue River trail. We left our bikes leaning against a stump near the entrance, then went for a walk up the trail, heading north. At one point, we bush-whacked our way to the river through the undergrowth.

At the river, we each found walking sticks. These gray limbs had been chewed smooth by beaver, making them ideal and ready-made for our use!

Eventually, we headed back with our new finds. But when we returned to our bikes, we discovered that our park ranger had given us a citation for running amuck unsupervised. 

 

Ranger Citation

Our ranger has a great (and much-appreciated) sense of humor.

Cheryl