Picked up another Stray!

13 Jun 18
06:45 hrs

     Two days ago I was on a routine patrol when I pulled into a rest stop to have lunch, water the horse and stretch my legs. A cyclist with a gear trailer pulled in as well. He was heading north. Always up for a chat I went over to say hi.

     Lanky, that's the name I have given him in keeping with no names and only descriptors, said he was cycling to a far north destination. The problem was the fact that his destination was on the Mainland and not on The Rock. We chatted for a bit. He said he was from the Fatherland and this was only the second time ha had visited the Great White North.  He had been to the Hugh-Ess forty-three times but under the current administration had decided to visit us instead. A wise decision. Lanky asked some pertinent questions about The Rock like distances, touristy things to do and the like. On this particular evening he was tenting at a local campground. I bid him farewell and headed off.

     When I finished my day, I told my Lobster about my chance meeting. Since Lanky had texted me, she suggested I ask him if you would like a quick tour of the Valley. The answer was a resounding yes, so the two of us headed out. We picked him up. Introductions were made and off we went. It was getting late and with the failing light there wasn't much to see except a multitude of roadside bambies that came close to getting smacked by the front of the Ram. We learned that Lanky was staying in the Valley for another day so we invited him for supper at the Wayward Inn.

     Supper was a "make your own pizza" affair. One of our faves. Toppings included pesto, Jesus sauce, various cheeses, pepperoni, cherry tomatoes, bacon bits, onions (of course), peppers,  olives and, to my Better Half's disgust, smoked salmon and shrimp. The pizzas turned out great and between Lanky, my Sr. Loin Fruit and myself we consumed two bombers of fine ale.

     After our repast my Lobster took the Jr. Couch Monkey to the dojo while I dropped Lanky off at the cinema to watch Solo (he's a huge Star Wars fan). I then headed to the Orifice to complete some paper work. After the flic was over, I retrieved Lanky and dropped him off back at the campground.

     I know what you are thinking. How can we even entertain the notion of inviting this complete stranger into our home? He could have been some Euro mass murdering psycho seeking refuge in the wilds of the Left Coast. Hmmm...I don't think so. European psycho murderers often prefer to hide in plain site in a large population that offered more targets and having a piss poor police force like Portugal or the Balkan or Surrey.

     Today, Lanky is off on the next leg of his adventure cycling to River City and then farther north. We wish him well and safe travels.