Tonight, I walked one of my regular walking trails. Our community has an abundance of paved cycling/walking trails through out the city proper. It's a city of about 40,000 population with a low crime rate. I always carry a 6 ft. walking stick, mainly so I won't be totally barefoot if confronted with what ever, dogs or the forever rumored sighting of a mountain lion. It's late dusk when I leave the house and when I get on the trail it's dark. I'm enjoying the coolness, quiet and peacefulness of the night and the solitude of being the only one on the trail. The path I'm on is one I've very familiar with having walked it dozens of time.
The paved path meanders to a small lake. I stay to the east side of the lake. The west side of the lake with a parking lot is rumored to be a rendezvous spot for homosexual men. As I'm walking south I take a trail that turns east and runs parallel to a well traveled two lane road. It's bout 100 yards to the south. Off the road is a parking area that is 30 yards from the path with a paved trail leading to the parking area. There are two sodium street lights in this parking area that illuminates the parking lot and cast a good deal of light onto the path I'm on.
Right in the middle of the trail is a aluminum four legged folding stool and laying atop the stool is a brief case. It looks to be 4"x 12"x 24". I spy two cars in the parking area. I'm in the light of the street lights as I approach the brief case.
The hair on the back of my neck is standing at full attention. My first reaction is booby trap, probably because of my Vietnam experience. I give it a wide birth with my eyes darting back and forth between the briefcase and the parking area with the two cars. I instinctively try to make myself a smaller profile and briskly walk to the east until I get some tall brush between myself and this lit up area. As I'm peering over the brush I see two silhouettes walk toward the briefcase and then return to one of the cars in the parking lot. I hurriedly leave the area and return home with good amount of paranoia.
Who of you would have investigated the briefcase?
The paved path meanders to a small lake. I stay to the east side of the lake. The west side of the lake with a parking lot is rumored to be a rendezvous spot for homosexual men. As I'm walking south I take a trail that turns east and runs parallel to a well traveled two lane road. It's bout 100 yards to the south. Off the road is a parking area that is 30 yards from the path with a paved trail leading to the parking area. There are two sodium street lights in this parking area that illuminates the parking lot and cast a good deal of light onto the path I'm on.
Right in the middle of the trail is a aluminum four legged folding stool and laying atop the stool is a brief case. It looks to be 4"x 12"x 24". I spy two cars in the parking area. I'm in the light of the street lights as I approach the brief case.
The hair on the back of my neck is standing at full attention. My first reaction is booby trap, probably because of my Vietnam experience. I give it a wide birth with my eyes darting back and forth between the briefcase and the parking area with the two cars. I instinctively try to make myself a smaller profile and briskly walk to the east until I get some tall brush between myself and this lit up area. As I'm peering over the brush I see two silhouettes walk toward the briefcase and then return to one of the cars in the parking lot. I hurriedly leave the area and return home with good amount of paranoia.
Who of you would have investigated the briefcase?
