Return of the Woods People
It's a little frivolous to follow the last post with this post, but if I am anything, it is frivolous. The Danimal always liked that, I think, so we'll trudge onward in the spirit of finding some levity in the world.
My world, of course, is not very big. It extends about two blocks to the east of our house, where there's a small wooded, rocky tract of land that has somehow remained undeveloped despite its prime location near downtown. My guess is the giant rocky cliff in the back of the property has something to do with it. It's undevelopable. Petunia and I go there often.
This is great news for the neighborhood dogs. It takes about 10 minutes to walk the entirety of the trail system, using both words loosely. But it's a nice little scamper area on a rainy day.
The neighborhood kids seem to have taken a shining to the place as well. Or adults with a serious Bear Grylls obsession.
Improvised housing is everywhere in the woods. No, not like these people have. Somebody is clearly mimicking Grylls' Discovery Channel show about surviving in the wild. In the back portion of the woods there are at least six improvised shelters of varying designs and quality.
One has a tee-pee design; another is just a bunch of branches leaning against the thick base of a big nearby tree. My favorite is a few sticks facing parallel to the ground that act as a roof between a few trees, then three pieces of plywood angled against the sticks to provide shelter.
Because there is a lot of plywood out in the wilds of the world, always handy when you need some shelter.
Daisy and I have never actually seen anybody out there building any of the shelters. She's usually too busy chasing squirrels to notice if The Rolling Stones are playing a little show in the middle of the path. But I'd just like to see somebody building these things. You know, as confirmation that people aren't actually living under these things.
I'm almost certain it's kids. There've been target practice sheets on trees shot to pieces. And various junk suggests it's amateur woodsman hour. It's pretty entertaining in a don't-they-have-Boy Scouts-here way.
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This is great news for the neighborhood dogs. It takes about 10 minutes to walk the entirety of the trail system, using both words loosely. But it's a nice little scamper area on a rainy day.
The neighborhood kids seem to have taken a shining to the place as well. Or adults with a serious Bear Grylls obsession.
Improvised housing is everywhere in the woods. No, not like these people have. Somebody is clearly mimicking Grylls' Discovery Channel show about surviving in the wild. In the back portion of the woods there are at least six improvised shelters of varying designs and quality.
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| They look something like this, except even more ramshackle. |
Because there is a lot of plywood out in the wilds of the world, always handy when you need some shelter.
Daisy and I have never actually seen anybody out there building any of the shelters. She's usually too busy chasing squirrels to notice if The Rolling Stones are playing a little show in the middle of the path. But I'd just like to see somebody building these things. You know, as confirmation that people aren't actually living under these things.
I'm almost certain it's kids. There've been target practice sheets on trees shot to pieces. And various junk suggests it's amateur woodsman hour. It's pretty entertaining in a don't-they-have-Boy Scouts-here way.
Yay for walking in the woods! 72-5-8.
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