Our camping vacation was cancelled by some nameless masked freak hidden away in some office somewhere in the beltway, or Geneva or Seattle. Once we learned we had nowhere to go, I approached the ranger near the Park entrance at Silvergate, Montana. He saw me coming, and left his booth. Before he got close to me, the pussy put on his mask! “We were told Pebble Creek Campground was open now, and it is closed. When will it open?” He shrugged. “Why is it closed?” He shrugged again and made some reference to to, you know, this stuff going on around us.
We have resources and will simply do other stuff while here. We are not hurting. So don’t shed a tear that we drove eleven hours based on the offerings of the Park Service website, and then had the rug pulled. The bastards don’t give a shit. In this world where everyone fears a case of the sniffles, common courtesy takes a back seat.
