What is the strangest, or funniest, thing you've seen in the outdoors?
I'll start -- I recently saw something that was both funny and strange. A bit trippy, actually.
Last Friday night on the mountain was quite pretty, with the clear sky and the full moon. The temperature, however, had quickly dropped to about 40 degrees. The wind had also started to gust. Although I was sitting near a campfire eating dinner with the rangers, I was starting to get cold. I said I was ready to call it a night, and our regular nighttime ranger said that he would be calling it a night soon too, and started to walk me back to my campsite. We were chattering away going through our agenda for the weekend...then his voice trailed off. There were a couple of moving lights over by the trail head. Lights themselves are not too unusual. We have a small contingent of experienced night hikers, and the full moon often brings them out to the park. But the lights were bright -- brighter than a typical hiker flashlight or headlamp. The ranger just shook his head and said "Bicycle campers? You have GOT to be kidding me." I looked at my watch -- it was 10:30 PM. Sunset was around 6 PM. Were they really bicycle campers?
What I saw was like something out of a David Lynch movie. Two figures, dressed from head to toe in some monochrome color. I think one was red and the other was blue, but there was not enough light for me to tell. Each of them riding old fashioned cruiser bikes....heavily chromed bikes with big white wall tires, a bright headlamp, and some sort of large pannier set over the rear tires....exactly the sort of bike you would NOT expect to find in the mountains. As we got closer we could see they were men, possibly around our age, with faces red from exertion. They asked if they could camp for the night. The ranger said yes, but reminded them that it was a bit late to be checking in. The men apologized, saying they had traveled quite a long ways to get here. He directed the men to an open site, asking them to check in with the base station in the morning to settle up. They agreed.
I don't know what motivates someone to ride a bike like that, on a chilly fall night, only to arrive 4.5 hours after nightfall? There are some strange -- but very hardy -- people in New England!
I'll start -- I recently saw something that was both funny and strange. A bit trippy, actually.
Last Friday night on the mountain was quite pretty, with the clear sky and the full moon. The temperature, however, had quickly dropped to about 40 degrees. The wind had also started to gust. Although I was sitting near a campfire eating dinner with the rangers, I was starting to get cold. I said I was ready to call it a night, and our regular nighttime ranger said that he would be calling it a night soon too, and started to walk me back to my campsite. We were chattering away going through our agenda for the weekend...then his voice trailed off. There were a couple of moving lights over by the trail head. Lights themselves are not too unusual. We have a small contingent of experienced night hikers, and the full moon often brings them out to the park. But the lights were bright -- brighter than a typical hiker flashlight or headlamp. The ranger just shook his head and said "Bicycle campers? You have GOT to be kidding me." I looked at my watch -- it was 10:30 PM. Sunset was around 6 PM. Were they really bicycle campers?
What I saw was like something out of a David Lynch movie. Two figures, dressed from head to toe in some monochrome color. I think one was red and the other was blue, but there was not enough light for me to tell. Each of them riding old fashioned cruiser bikes....heavily chromed bikes with big white wall tires, a bright headlamp, and some sort of large pannier set over the rear tires....exactly the sort of bike you would NOT expect to find in the mountains. As we got closer we could see they were men, possibly around our age, with faces red from exertion. They asked if they could camp for the night. The ranger said yes, but reminded them that it was a bit late to be checking in. The men apologized, saying they had traveled quite a long ways to get here. He directed the men to an open site, asking them to check in with the base station in the morning to settle up. They agreed.
I don't know what motivates someone to ride a bike like that, on a chilly fall night, only to arrive 4.5 hours after nightfall? There are some strange -- but very hardy -- people in New England!