Because I'm a lifeguard,I suppose I'm here to help...
Call number three for outside emergency assistance. That has to be a record, right? Right. So two young women with small children, that didn't look like the hiking, or trail walking type (not to place stereotypes on anyone, but out of making casual observation) walked into the building to report 'a suspicious looking pile of white moldy looking stuff that smelt like shit with a red flannel shirt underneath.' While talking to the two individuals, Tommy and I tried to get a better understanding of the 'shit' smell (because if it were something dead, death has a pretty distinctive smell) The one women insisted that it smelt like shit, or ass. So then we continued to ask where about on the trail she found it ( only because one can only go so far with two baby strollers and small children). She said that it wasn't that far up the trail, and that the 'mound' was down by the water (implying that she had stepped off of the trail in order to have run into whatever it was she thought she saw). Tommy than said that he would put a report into the rangers, and have them further investigate. Hoping that would appease the two - because really that's all that needed to be done (If something or someone were really that dead, someone would have said something a while ago).
Hoping that the ordeal was over, the two women left, only to come back because they were 'really scared, and very concerned that there was something out there'. Robin then took it upon herself to become involved, and in talking to the two, had me call the police to send someone out to investigate. While we waited for them to show up, Stephen, Adam, Collin and I walked the trail to see what we could see. Really, we put more effort than what should have been wasted into looking for the supposed 'body'. What took almost a half hour out of our afternoon (I must say, that it's a pretty interesting trail that I would like to further explore) looking for the 'spot by the wall' (because there are countless walls) we finally found what was thought to be human.
A fucking old, weathered sleeping bag. That's it. An old sleeping bag that had been ripped apart exposing its cotton batting - which I guess can look like white mold? Oh and the red flannel shirt, that was the outer lining of the sleeping bag. And the shit smell, stagnant creek water (that can be thought to smell like shit or ass, I guess). That's it. No real adventure, although watching Stephen slide down the hill a couple of times was sort of amusing. Because that's how I like to spend my Friday afternoons.
In walking back towards the building, we ran into the two women who were dragging a ranger up to the 'spot', and we, (I), explained to them that what they saw was nothing more than a sleeping bag, and the smell was old water. That finally comforted them, and from there, they went on about their afternoon. I called the cops back and told them not to come - that what was thought to be human was a sleeping bag and stagnant water. They were very appreciative, and canceled the call. Robin applauded our efforts (even though she was pretty sketch about us going out and exploring in the first place). It's almost like we saved the day. Not really, but it's a nice idea. Meh.
Hoping that the ordeal was over, the two women left, only to come back because they were 'really scared, and very concerned that there was something out there'. Robin then took it upon herself to become involved, and in talking to the two, had me call the police to send someone out to investigate. While we waited for them to show up, Stephen, Adam, Collin and I walked the trail to see what we could see. Really, we put more effort than what should have been wasted into looking for the supposed 'body'. What took almost a half hour out of our afternoon (I must say, that it's a pretty interesting trail that I would like to further explore) looking for the 'spot by the wall' (because there are countless walls) we finally found what was thought to be human.
A fucking old, weathered sleeping bag. That's it. An old sleeping bag that had been ripped apart exposing its cotton batting - which I guess can look like white mold? Oh and the red flannel shirt, that was the outer lining of the sleeping bag. And the shit smell, stagnant creek water (that can be thought to smell like shit or ass, I guess). That's it. No real adventure, although watching Stephen slide down the hill a couple of times was sort of amusing. Because that's how I like to spend my Friday afternoons.
In walking back towards the building, we ran into the two women who were dragging a ranger up to the 'spot', and we, (I), explained to them that what they saw was nothing more than a sleeping bag, and the smell was old water. That finally comforted them, and from there, they went on about their afternoon. I called the cops back and told them not to come - that what was thought to be human was a sleeping bag and stagnant water. They were very appreciative, and canceled the call. Robin applauded our efforts (even though she was pretty sketch about us going out and exploring in the first place). It's almost like we saved the day. Not really, but it's a nice idea. Meh.