Jill Lynn A.

don't know if you read "Where Is Camp Juneau" or not.
[ http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474981543124 ]
for a FRIEND, here is a sneak-preview of 'the rest of the story'

On Wednesday, being pretty fed-up with trying to get this Camp Juneau Project moving[after four days of serious work on it], I re-evaluated my financial capabilities, checked the Greyhound schedules, and began preparing to move out of Unit #8 on Friday morning, take the early shuttle to HOLBROOK for breakfast & board the afternoon bus for Las Vegas[I figured I could round up a serious financial partner there and drive back to Pinetop on the 21st or 22nd(PAYDAY)]. A weekend in Vegas, with all those inexpensive buffets, was sounding REAL GOOD! Then two things happened, that changed all those exciting plans, and I determined to keep my room at Pinetop Lodge, and 'forge ahead.'
1)Bill finally told me that he was willing to sponsor my 'booth' at he two Nature Center events I'd old him about. 2)Then, I ran into Norris Dodd, finishing up the work he and Billy[?] had been doing on that dock construction. When he figured out who I was[Barbed-Wire Man(without the cape)}, he said he'd gotten my e-mail, and that we could have the 'space' for our demonstration at the show coming up, on the first of September. Now, I needed a photographer!
Friday began on a sour note, but that came after my tasteless sausage and cheese muffin breakfast[$1.12 @Burger King]; I'd had coffee in my room & taken care of my ablutions; about 10 AM, I set off for Lloyd Pentecost's home, travelling through the forest, lugging a bucket which held my FREE quart of paint from ACE Hardware, and two sections of re-bar for tent-stakes. I'd gone over there Wednesday morning, but Lloyd was too busy, and invited me back on Friday, when he'd be hosting his 'regular' garage sale.
He told me not to speak to any of his 'customers.' He was giving everyone that stopped by that morning, a free gift; this was a brand new[available for only one day] Chamber of Commerce map of Pinetop-Lakeside; it has one of Lloyds photographs on the front panel; he was enjoying making these personal presentations. At one point, in our repeatedly-interrupted conversation about getting a photographer over to Camp Juneau, was interrupted again, b what must have been an important 'business' conversation/negotiation. As fate would have it, another customer showed up while Lloyd was too busy on the phone to make his presentation; I parroted the spiel I'd heard him deliver a number of times already, and handed this man his complimentary map. When he finally got off the phone, he lit into me for not following his express nstructions, so I left rather early for my gypsy cmp with my bucket & the two stakes.
When in camp, I made the minor improvements to the tarp out there, using the chunks of re-bar, and driving them into the soil with Roy's hammer. I then took the time to paint bright green stripes, at eye-level, on two of the trees which stood in that old fenceline; I wanted to guage how long it took and how much paint would get used; the 1-inch brush I'd purchased for my sign[actually I'd imagined making a temporary sign for NORTHWOODS RESORT; that's why I'd had them mix me some 'electric-green'], was okay for this purpose, but the bark was coming off onto the brush; I took my hoe[a really cheap one it turned out] and scraped the areas to be painted to remove most of the loose debris; the painting went better where the loose stuff had been scraped away, and I soon had an idea what it would take for someone[one of my as-yet unidentified volunteers] to move along with the wire-stripping crew, and mark the imaginary line[which I've come to suspect is a 'section line'] permanent in a way that is less likely to get someone, or some wild animal, hurt or killed. I cleaned up my mess and headed off to the west, in order to keep my 'appointment' with Norris Dodd[over at the dock beiing constructed for a viewing platform at the Nature Center's new 'created wetland;' Norris is the former Mayor of Pinetop-Lakeside]; that is when the Forest Ranger 'materialized;' he, and the HOMEOWNER that I had previously met at Camp Juneau, came up from the south, where I suspect they covertly observed everything I'd been doing for at least 1 hour.
I was 'placed under arrest;' no cuffs appeared, but I was ordered to return to my campsite, told to seat myself there on an upturned bucket[which now had fresh green paint on the seat, where I'd cleaned my $.97 brush] & asked if I had any weapons on me. A discussion ensued, and I was glad that my sour morning had finally turned to sweetness; I was allowed to ask a few questions & make a few statements[which later became part of RANGER 'SCUSS's report]; the RANGER was 'explaining' about the needfulness for all this equipment and paraphernalia to be removed from 'his' U.S. Forest[at first, within 48 hours, and when he started to 'temper-up,' before sunset]; I told him good luck with all that, pointed out the FACT that I was in a City Park & threw in that nobody was camping up there, or lighting any campfires[as I stared at him across the fire-ring I'd built and filled with sticks I'd cleaned up from this area], and that the 'structure' he'd been referring to was a First-Aid Station I'd provided for the senior citizens that would be volunteering their time & labor to clean up all this rusty metal[a conservatively estimated 700 pounds of the stuff] that his Department had left lying up there for decades.
The complaining HOMEOWNER admitted to having cut the fence, creating those corridors for the elk in this area, but when I asked if he had removed the wire, he got quiet again. RANGER SCUSS started talking about a $275 FINE and appearing in Federal District Court up in Flagstaff, if I thought I could fight this thing; he said that I needed a PERMIT for the 'First-Aid Station,' but later in the afternoon, added that I'd have to remove it, before I could apply for a permit. As what seemed like an afterthought, the RANGER pulled out a digital camera, and began collecting 'evidence' for his CASE[now there were digital images of Charlie & Camp Juneau, and even candid photos of me sitting at the 'fire-ring' with traces of green paint on my hands]. After this photo-op, during which both of them had a good look around, at all my 'improvements,' I was frog-marched down to the trail, and all the way over to the trailhead at Big Springs Environmental Study Area.
When I arrived at RANGER SCUSS'S truck, I was told to place my backpack onto his tailgate, empty ALL my pockets onto the space on the other side of the bag & have a seat on the tailgate. Eventually, after checking with his superiors, the Pinetop-Lakeside Police were called. I think the Sergeant was at lunch, but the RANGER said that 'he' was in no hurry. I was offered water to drink, and eventually allowed to climb down from the back of his truck, where the fumes from running his engine to charge his computer were stifling me, and have a seat in the shade of a nearby ponderosa. I'm not sure what calling the police accomplished, outside of providing a witness[that was an OFFICER OF THE COURT] to my being handed a WARNING printed out on his well-charged computer system. This SERGEANT, at one point, while a little tempered-up himself, said that if I did not remove my stuff from 'his' Park, they darn sure would; I agreed that this would be the best plan, if that was 'his job.'
In addition to this HOMEOWNER'S presence at the 'take-down,' there was something else going on today, that simply did not compute; RANGER SCUSS said that he had been checking out my web-page[the one describing Camp Juneau], and several things that he said out there in the forest, indicated that he indeed had information that could only have come from there; when they announced their presence at Camp Juneau, they came from the wrong direction, to have been browsing my web-page, and his 'low-battery' computer was in his truck when we got to the trailhead. In my 'tent,' inside the carry-box that has a few exemplary pieces of clipped barbed wire in it, I'd left a hand-written note[on a paper plate] explaining the presence of the temporary shelter, telling when the volunteers would be showing up to begin removing all that wire & on the back, gave my e-mail address, in case there were questions about all this unusual activity; NOT ONE WORD ABOUT A WEBPAGE, or any instructions on how to access it. These two birds had to get hold of that information somewhere[FROM SOMEONE]. NORRIS DODD never showed up at the worksite, as he had 'promised,' and every time I used his name[suggesting that we should just go down to the worksite, and have a discussion abot this stuff which included him], there was a swift reaction & a clear denial that he had anything to do with the 'performance of their[SERGEANT too] duties; NORRIS had the LINK to "Where Is Camp Juneau." WHAT DO YOU THINK NOW?

don't know if you read "Where Is Camp Juneau" or not.
[ http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474981543124 ]
for a FRIEND, here is a sneak-preview of 'the rest of the story'

On Wednesday, being pretty fed-up with trying to get this Camp Juneau Project moving[after four days of serious work on it], I re-evaluated my financial capabilities, checked the Greyhound schedules, and began preparing to move out of Unit #8 on Friday morning, take the early shuttle to HOLBROOK for breakfast & board the afternoon bus for Las Vegas[I figured I could round up a serious financial partner there and drive back to Pinetop on the 21st or 22nd(PAYDAY)]. A weekend in Vegas, with all those inexpensive buffets, was sounding REAL GOOD! Then two things happened, that changed all those exciting plans, and I determined to keep my room at Pinetop Lodge, and 'forge ahead.'
1)Bill finally told me that he was willing to sponsor my 'booth' at he two Nature Center events I'd old him about. 2)Then, I ran into Norris Dodd, finishing up the work he and Billy[?] had been doing on that dock construction. When he figured out who I was[Barbed-Wire Man(without the cape)}, he said he'd gotten my e-mail, and that we could have the 'space' for our demonstration at the show coming up, on the first of September. Now, I needed a photographer!
Friday began on a sour note, but that came after my tasteless sausage and cheese muffin breakfast[$1.12 @Burger King]; I'd had coffee in my room & taken care of my ablutions; about 10 AM, I set off for Lloyd Pentecost's home, travelling through the forest, lugging a bucket which held my FREE quart of paint from ACE Hardware, and two sections of re-bar for tent-stakes. I'd gone over there Wednesday morning, but Lloyd was too busy, and invited me back on Friday, when he'd be hosting his 'regular' garage sale.
He told me not to speak to any of his 'customers.' He was giving everyone that stopped by that morning, a free gift; this was a brand new[available for only one day] Chamber of Commerce map of Pinetop-Lakeside; it has one of Lloyds photographs on the front panel; he was enjoying making these personal presentations. At one point, in our repeatedly-interrupted conversation about getting a photographer over to Camp Juneau, was interrupted again, b what must have been an important 'business' conversation/negotiation. As fate would have it, another customer showed up while Lloyd was too busy on the phone to make his presentation; I parroted the spiel I'd heard him deliver a number of times already, and handed this man his complimentary map. When he finally got off the phone, he lit into me for not following his express nstructions, so I left rather early for my gypsy cmp with my bucket & the two stakes.
When in camp, I made the minor improvements to the tarp out there, using the chunks of re-bar, and driving them into the soil with Roy's hammer. I then took the time to paint bright green stripes, at eye-level, on two of the trees which stood in that old fenceline; I wanted to guage how long it took and how much paint would get used; the 1-inch brush I'd purchased for my sign[actually I'd imagined making a temporary sign for NORTHWOODS RESORT; that's why I'd had them mix me some 'electric-green'], was okay for this purpose, but the bark was coming off onto the brush; I took my hoe[a really cheap one it turned out] and scraped the areas to be painted to remove most of the loose debris; the painting went better where the loose stuff had been scraped away, and I soon had an idea what it would take for someone[one of my as-yet unidentified volunteers] to move along with the wire-stripping crew, and mark the imaginary line[which I've come to suspect is a 'section line'] permanent in a way that is less likely to get someone, or some wild animal, hurt or killed. I cleaned up my mess and headed off to the west, in order to keep my 'appointment' with Norris Dodd[over at the dock beiing constructed for a viewing platform at the Nature Center's new 'created wetland;' Norris is the former Mayor of Pinetop-Lakeside]; that is when the Forest Ranger 'materialized;' he, and the HOMEOWNER that I had previously met at Camp Juneau, came up from the south, where I suspect they covertly observed everything I'd been doing for at least 1 hour.
I was 'placed under arrest;' no cuffs appeared, but I was ordered to return to my campsite, told to seat myself there on an upturned bucket[which now had fresh green paint on the seat, where I'd cleaned my $.97 brush] & asked if I had any weapons on me. A discussion ensued, and I was glad that my sour morning had finally turned to sweetness; I was allowed to ask a few questions & make a few statements[which later became part of RANGER 'SCUSS's report]; the RANGER was 'explaining' about the needfulness for all this equipment and paraphernalia to be removed from 'his' U.S. Forest[at first, within 48 hours, and when he started to 'temper-up,' before sunset]; I told him good luck with all that, pointed out the FACT that I was in a City Park & threw in that nobody was camping up there, or lighting any campfires[as I stared at him across the fire-ring I'd built and filled with sticks I'd cleaned up from this area], and that the 'structure' he'd been referring to was a First-Aid Station I'd provided for the senior citizens that would be volunteering their time & labor to clean up all this rusty metal[a conservatively estimated 700 pounds of the stuff] that his Department had left lying up there for decades.
The complaining HOMEOWNER admitted to having cut the fence, creating those corridors for the elk in this area, but when I asked if he had removed the wire, he got quiet again. RANGER SCUSS started talking about a $275 FINE and appearing in Federal District Court up in Flagstaff, if I thought I could fight this thing; he said that I needed a PERMIT for the 'First-Aid Station,' but later in the afternoon, added that I'd have to remove it, before I could apply for a permit. As what seemed like an afterthought, the RANGER pulled out a digital camera, and began collecting 'evidence' for his CASE[now there were digital images of Charlie & Camp Juneau, and even candid photos of me sitting at the 'fire-ring' with traces of green paint on my hands]. After this photo-op, during which both of them had a good look around, at all my 'improvements,' I was frog-marched down to the trail, and all the way over to the trailhead at Big Springs Environmental Study Area.
When I arrived at RANGER SCUSS'S truck, I was told to place my backpack onto his tailgate, empty ALL my pockets onto the space on the other side of the bag & have a seat on the tailgate. Eventually, after checking with his superiors, the Pinetop-Lakeside Police were called. I think the Sergeant was at lunch, but the RANGER said that 'he' was in no hurry. I was offered water to drink, and eventually allowed to climb down from the back of his truck, where the fumes from running his engine to charge his computer were stifling me, and have a seat in the shade of a nearby ponderosa. I'm not sure what calling the police accomplished, outside of providing a witness[that was an OFFICER OF THE COURT] to my being handed a WARNING printed out on his well-charged computer system. This SERGEANT, at one point, while a little tempered-up himself, said that if I did not remove my stuff from 'his' Park, they darn sure would; I agreed that this would be the best plan, if that was 'his job.'
In addition to this HOMEOWNER'S presence at the 'take-down,' there was something else going on today, that simply did not compute; RANGER SCUSS said that he had been checking out my web-page[the one describing Camp Juneau], and several things that he said out there in the forest, indicated that he indeed had information that could only have come from there; when they announced their presence at Camp Juneau, they came from the wrong direction, to have been browsing my web-page, and his 'low-battery' computer was in his truck when we got to the trailhead. In my 'tent,' inside the carry-box that has a few exemplary pieces of clipped barbed wire in it, I'd left a hand-written note[on a paper plate] explaining the presence of the temporary shelter, telling when the volunteers would be showing up to begin removing all that wire & on the back, gave my e-mail address, in case there were questions about all this unusual activity; NOT ONE WORD ABOUT A WEBPAGE, or any instructions on how to access it. These two birds had to get hold of that information somewhere[FROM SOMEONE]. NORRIS DODD never showed up at the worksite, as he had 'promised,' and every time I used his name[suggesting that we should just go down to the worksite, and have a discussion abot this stuff which included him], there was a swift reaction & a clear denial that he had anything to do with the 'performance of their[SERGEANT too] duties; NORRIS had the LINK to "Where Is Camp Juneau." WHAT DO YOU THINK NOW?

Thanks Jill for the friend connection. Cheers, Don

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