National Forests, in general, are much less “managed” than state
parks. And by “less managed” I mean – no firepits, no picnic tables, no water,
and no toilets, not even of the pit variety. As we bounced along the unpaved
road toward the ranger station, my anxiety grew; Jeff, on the other hand, was
ecstatic. “This is really camping!” he said with enthusiasm.
We were greeted at the ranger station by the ranger to whom
I immediately expressed my alarm about guns and the possibility of being
mistaken for a deer. He chuckled and tried to allay my doubts, “We’ve never had
an incident,” he assured me.
We chatted for a few minutes and I took his business card
off the counter – “just in case,” I said. He took the card from my hand and
said, “Here, let me give you a better number.” With that he wrote down his
personal number. Though he lives thirty minutes away in Montgomery, he told us,
he can contact the ranger who lives right nearby if there’s a problem. I felt so
much better. You should have seen the look I gave him before I followed Jeff
out of the office. Thank you, Darrius.
Let me tell you about 5-a-7. In Quebec, 5-a-7 (cinq-a-sept)
is “happy hour.” Bars advertise 5-a-7 and friends gather for 5-a-7 to enjoy a
glass of wine or a beer, etc. Of course, “cinq” might be 4 o’clock and “sept”
often goes on into the night. It’s just an expression. In our case, we are
operating on three time zones right now. The clock in the van remains at
eastern daylight time, since Jeff never bothered to reset it in November. Jeff’s
watch remains at eastern time, so he can judge when to feed Teddy and Lady. My Iphone,
of course, is accurate to the second. Right now, it’s announcing Central Time.
The great thing is – we don’t really care what time it is. We eat when we are
hungry, sleep when we’re tired, and wake up in the morning. And, the best part –
it’s always 5-a-7 somewhere.
Oh, by the way, Teddy and Lady are having a great time. They
wish you were here.
Cheers!