October 13, 2020
Before Leonard left for Georgia on September 10, 2020, I told him what happened last year, and he vaguely remembers. Then I told him why I fight with the fifth wheel door lock at night because it is not just to keep people and accidental bears from coming inside. Just in case I start sleepwalking again as I did during high school, it is locked.
Sometime last year, either November or December, Leonard, Ranger 1 and I were in Georgia during deer hunting season. One morning, while at the campsite, we were in a rush before heading into town. We got into the truck and left from within the woods. As we drove by the pastor's house, sure enough, Daisy and her furry friend ran towards us as they barked.
As we hit the main road, Ranger 1 was whining in the back seat, and then I turned around and saw that he was about to drop a load. I yelled, "Wait! Wait!" We realized that our furry Son did not potty that morning. Leonard quickly pulled over and stopped in front of a roadside cemetery.
Whoosh! I opened my front door and back, grabbed Ranger 1, and put him down. However, since the cemetery was in front of us, I led my furry Son to pass what I believed to be the property line to get on with his morning business. It would have been rude if I had allowed my dog to use the grassy area in front of the roadside tombstones.
Then I heard continuos, "Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark..." Ranger 1 was not barking. Daisy and her furry friend were not too far away, and I could not hear them barking. Then I looked diagonally across the road behind me, and the people living there who Leonard met, were not outside. No other vehicles on the road, too. Just the three of us, so I thought.
As "Bark, bark, bark, bark..," continued on, I realized although dogs bark, what I heard were words, "Bark, bark, bark, bark..." While loosely holding Ranger 1's leash, slowly, I walked backward, and when I stepped onto what I believed to be the property line, I used my right foot and took one lunge step behind me. While leaning back, I turned my head and upper body to the right and looked at the tombstones. No, I could not see them, and yet, they could see me.
After Ranger 1 was done, I picked up his goodies and carried him back to the truck because just in case he still had urine in him, I did not want him to stop and tinkle in the grass in front of The Family plots. After I got into the truck, Leonard asked what I was laughing at. My reply, "Ooooh, nothing." Before he drove off, I turned to The Family plots, smiled, and nodded my head - up and down.
Holy Smackaroonie and Lord God have Mercy! In hindsight, I should not have stood in front of the roadside tombstones and laughed out loud because, since late last year, The Family knows that I can hear them, too, when they want me to. At most times, Leonard is a hard sleeper. Therefore, keeping the fifth wheel door locked at night is for my safekeeping to also stop me from sleepwalking my way to The Barksdale Family resting place, a good walk away from within the woods.
P.S.: When we had the two-door trailer before the one-door fifth wheel, both doors were locked, too, because I saw the roadside tombstones in 2018 before heading into the woods to set up a permanent campsite.
Posted: October 13, 2020, 11:57 PM
Last Updated: October 14, 2020, 1:13 AM