Crick arrived at what he thought was a truckers rally point or a loading zone and tried to make heads or tails out of the aged and rain deteriorated signs in the dirt. Lots of traffic had been here at some time or another but what it all meant was quite a puzzle. Evidently who ever had been cutting trees out here had themselves some lunch and serviced some equipment he observed from the empty oil and hydraulic cans as well as an occasional sandwich baggie or fast food bag from Mc Donald’s but as to which way the road they came from to the right or left was a mystery. Even though the amount of litter left around by the work crews disturbed him immensely as uncaring lazy fools blight on the land he was glad to see it because it told volumes as to what it was he was trying to discern. The fas
