I don’t want this documented, but I may be driving to the desert this winter and I would like to be around “my people”.. I would like to submit a few instances that might indicate I may not be quite right, or indeed, a exemplorary member of the the YARC. But first, I need to show that I am an intelligent person. I was employed at a large factory facility. In my career I unloaded trucks, was a secretary and dispatcher of 15 mechanics. I than became a member of the salaried people, being a supervisor, a controller and the last 10 years were in the IT department. I traveled all over the US, learning software programs and how to secure servers, and program mechanical equipment. Then I retired about 10 years ago. So…..I seem normal, not ditzy.
About 3 weeks ago, I went camping at a state park with family. They went home, I stayed. I was taking a shower and dropped my dentures. They broke in half. I tried to call a local dentist. They told me it would take over a month to buy me some new teeth. I went to the store and bought glue. They broke again. I then thought I would use black Gorilla tape to hold them together. Okay, so here goes. I went for a hike on state park trails. I had to pee often. One time, I lost the map. Another time, my reading glasses fell off, and I peed on them. Then I lost my denture. I had to attend a funeral the next weekend, so I thought I would put cotton in my mouth, and tell people I had dental work done and could not talk. However, on the walk back, I found my dentures on the ground in front of a trail map. I picked them up and put them in my pocket. A few minutes later, I saw two rangers walking the trails. I’m pretty sure someone reported seeing the dentures on the ground and was worried that someone was hurt. So, even though my husband, or anyone else has never seen me without my dentures, I have told the whole world this story.
Last weekend I went on a solo camping trip for a week. I wanted to try out my new inflatable kayak on a river. It worked great on waves on Lake Michigan, but I was wondering how it would handle river debris. I boondocked at a U-Haul parking lot and got up early. At MickyD’s the morning “boy’s breakfast club” was dining. I asked one of the retired gents if they could drop me off at the dam after I left my van downriver. I was a little shaky being in a car with someone I didn’t know---well that is my excuse. I put in about 25 feet ahead of the dam. One of the fishermen helped me to get back to the side before I went down the dam. I took pictures, but it was salmon season. There were hundreds of people fishing from shore, and in the river. I am sure that they were cussing me out. I know, I was profusely apologizing for my ignorance in trying to kayak during the salmon run.
That night, I tried to boondock behind an abandoned industrial building. First I washed my hair and forgot my brush or comb and had to use a FORK to untangle my hair. Several hours later, 4 pickup trucks entered the lot. One thing was not the same, that was me, I left. I then went to a dirt lot where I saw a camper parked. The problem was a man in a truck, just sitting there. I tried to get in the back of the van quickly. One slight problem is I left the car in Reverse. It got about ten feet into a field with a lot of frogs, I’m thinking a wetland. Thank God I didn’t sink, before I was able to scream and jump in the front seat and drive away.
There were several more instances that I could recall from the weekend that convinced me I may be more comfortable with the people of YARC. So, I submit my humble request for inclusion into this fine group of my peers.
