I was out exploring a new route near the house one day. I was seeking
an out-of-the-place for a micro-tour. To my delight, the paved county
road turned to gravel, and the gravel turned to dirt, and the dirt
turned into double track. I was thrilled. It appeared that not only
would I find my nice solitary place, it would also be very close to
home. It would be my time constrained go-to.
At the top of a short, steep rise, I found a large flat rock. It was
perfect place to sit a brew some coffee. I set up my gear, and
reveled in the quiet. Things were going so well that I decided to
take out a little homemade device that would sit atop my Kelly
Kettle...and warm Pop Tarts.
I've got one Pop Tart on the device, another just-warmed Pop Tart in
one hand, and a fancy cup of coffee with flowers on the side in my
other hand. It was perhaps the most goofiest of my goofy
moments...when I hear the jeep. I see the rancher with dog in the
back come up the steep rise, looks left, sees me, double takes, and
his jaw drops. He didn't look happy. I don't think he was expecting
what he saw. He slammed on the brakes, cut the engine and stares me
down. Then he says, "Just what do you think you are doing here?!"
It didn't take me long to figure out I was in a fix. So I used my
goofiness to my advantage. "Out exploring, and having a snack," I
said, like maybe that's what we both were doing. He told me I was on
private property. I apologized, respectfully and appropriately called
him "sir", and told him that I was just following the road and hadn't
come across any signs or fences, and that I'd pack up and leave. He
smiled and said, "Okay, take your time. Nice day, isn't it?"
Then I turned the event (leaving out certain details) into an
instructional blog post on micro-touring...
http://chris-pondero.blogspot.com/2009/12/coffee-camp-pop-tart-smoke-out.html
...and that's what happened when I found myself accidentally on
private property, and the owner caught me.