Yesterday morning as we were laying in bed, we heard a vehicle drive past. I popped my head up and looked out the window, curious if we were getting some neighbors.
Me: "It's the Sheriff. And some workers with shovels."
Kevin: "You know what that means. Everyone knows where those workers are from."
Me: "Great, now they know where we are."
Kevin: "Who? The Sheriff or the convicts?"
Remember when we mentioned before that we were the only ones here? Yeah. Well, now it was us and a van full of "workers".
Around noon we headed out to hike the waterfalls and we could hear chainsaws going on the other side of the campground.
Kevin: "So…convicts, with chainsaws?"
We had a nice two hour hike and as we were walking back into the campground, the Sheriff's van full of workers was pulling out, towing a small trailer piled high with cut branches and debris.
Me: "Hey, they're leaving."
Kevin: "Well, most of them, anyway."
Y'see how we are?
(Posted by Laura)
