On my way to town Saturday around noon, I decided to stop and pick up the mail. I park on the edge of our gravel road, and walk across the county road to get to EmBee. As I drove along the creek, I saw four young people frolicking in the creek. You may be surprised to hear that I did not begrudge them this pleasure!
It was 88 degrees, and there was a newer-model gray crew cab truck parked on the bridge. I was actually about to give them mental props, for NOT parking on our privately maintained private gravel road. The kids looked to be mid- to late-teens. Three girls and a boy. One girl was bigger, perhaps 16 or 18, with two thinner girls about the same age. The boy wasn't all muscled, so I'm guessing he was maybe 12-13 years old. They weren't in proper swimwear. Just cut-off shorts. Maybe tank tops or bikini tops for the girls. I didn't pay that much attention. Only noticed a group of older kids jumping and splashing in the knee-deep water, and noted that they looked dressed for playing in the water, yet not like they had set out for a day at the beach.
I parked T-Hoe and started to open my door to get the mail...and the GRAY TRUCK DROVE OFF! What in the Not-Heaven??? That was a strange turn of events. I had barely even glanced at that truck, wondering if someone was in it, waiting on the splashing kids.
Then I saw a small black car parked on another private road across the bridge, which had been blocked from my view by that gray truck. I guess that black car was what the creek-splashers had arrived in. It slowly dawned on me that whoever was in that gray truck was CREEPY AS EFF! Why would they be parked right on the bridge, where they could look right up the creek, and watch a group of frolicking adolescents which were 3/4 girls?
Had I interrupted some ne'er-do-well(s) who might have had unsavory intentions towards these young people? I don't know what was going on behind those tinted windows. Nobody parks there to get their mail. Why would they leave when they saw me stop and open T-Hoe's door? I sure wish I had gotten a picture of that truck. But I had assumed it was legitimately with the creek kids.
As I started to pull out onto the county road after getting the mail, I saw headlights through the foliage, so I held back, lest I pull out in front of an oncoming car. It's a shady section of the road, and T-Hoe's daytime running lights also come on there, too. I waited. Waited. Huh. Was I mistaken? I was sure I had seen a vehicle coming. I inched out onto the blacktop, and saw that a small red car had parked itself along the road before it got to the bridge or the creek kids' car.
What in the Not-Heaven times two! I can't keep up with these people. Maybe they were just out to have some fun on the holiday weekend. I'm happy they didn't park on our road. I don't mean to suck the fun out of every situation. Yet I'm puzzled (and a bit concerned) about their intentions.
When I came home about 2:00, the red car was still parked there. Here's the view as I came down the hill by Mailbox Row.
My gravel road is there on the left. The bridge (where the gray truck had been parked) is straight ahead. The little road where the creek kids' car had been is on the right just past the bridge. And the red car is still there.
No idea why that red car would park there. If it's out of gas, it could have coasted to a better out-of-the way place to park, while the driver took a 4-mile walk to town. Obviously, it's nobody who belongs here, stopping to pick up mail. You'd think drinkers or druggers could find a safer spot to revel in their vices.
I don't know what's going on around here. But by golly, I'm either a hero for thwarting a possible abduction or a wanking episode...or I ruined somebody's holiday weekend.
Did you check to see if there is a body in that car? You be careful out there. Crazies everywhere.ReplyDelete
NOT-HEAVEN, NO! I don't want my fingerprints scattered all willy-nilly over a possible crime scene!Delete
What do you think I am, one of those "Partners in Crime" from the group of lady writers who commit crimes so they can write about them (according to my mom, who read it in the Post Dispatch)?
Seems like you have a Steven King novel rolling through your brain every time you come to that bridge.ReplyDelete
He IS one of my favorite authors, the early stuff, anyway. I just want to drive to the mailbox or town without catching strangers treating my creek like an amusement park...Delete
I'm definitely worried that you might have scared off a would-be villain of some sort, not worried for you, but for any future kids who might splash in the creek unaware they are being spied on. Maybe the villain in the gray car was taking photos when he shouldn't have been. I don't suppose there's any way to somehow warn the kids?ReplyDelete
They weren't out-here kids. I'd never seen them before. If they lived here, or were visiting, I'm sure they would have parked on the actual gravel road beside the creek. I'm guessing they were probably in the area for a Labor Day barbecue, and someone suggested a creek where they could splash around.Delete
Something was suspicious about that bridge-sitter. I guess it's a good thing that when Val arrives, other people depart.
I know exactly what you mean. During the pool season I had an old man come in to ask if he had to pay to swim if he didn't get in the pool. I assumed he was bringing his kids or grands to the pool and I don't charge adults here to watch their kids. But I asked one of my regulars if he had kids in the pool and found out he showed up alone! Being one who is rather fond of confrontations (as long as I have an audience) I marched myself out there and demanded to know what he thought he was doing. I doubt he will ever be back! Pervert!ReplyDelete
That's CREEPY! You are definitely a Crime-Stopper!Delete