It is a rather out of the way place, well within the Wharton State Forest. And I expected we'd be alone out there.
I was wrong.
The Common Nighthawks were there.
Peenting and Booming.
And we enjoyed watching them.
When we drove up there we saw a truck. Maybe they're here to see the Nighthawks, as this is a well known place. Turns out they were not.
"Is that your truck?" the driver of the truck we saw asked us. Seems there was another truck parked here. This truck:
"Nope", I replied.
Seems the folks in the first truck saw a dog looking around the second truck. And the folks in the first truck assumed the worst, that the dog's owner was in trouble. And as there was no cell service here, they drove off to call the police,
While they were gone, we heard someone calling in the distance. It turns out that the person was calling for the dog.
Eventually the police came.
And came.
And came.
I guess it was a slow night.
And they went wandering down the trail.
Unfortunately for use, they left the SUVs running. So much for solitude.
During this time a black Jeep Cherokee drove up, saw the police cars, turned around and drove away. And ten minutes later did the same thing. And a sports car that had no business being on the dirt road drove up, sat for a bit, and then left. A rendezvous interrupted?
Eventually the cops came back. With no info on the dog, the owners of the truck, nor the person calling.
Two of the three cops left. One sat there and waited. SUV running. While we sat in our chairs, watching the Nighthawks.
Eventually a family of four, mom, dad, son, daughter, and a dog, came up the trail. To their truck. The cop got out to greet them. They thanked us for our concern, despite my saying it wasn't us who called the cops on them.
They left. The cop left.
We stayed and watched the Nighthawks. And listened to the Whippoorwills.
And we liked it so much we went back two days later. We were alone this time.
Much nicer without engines running.
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