...A permit malfuction, causing panic with the Caprock Canyon park ranger, as the trip back to the Rio Blanco was just getting started. Chance to use the lights and siren. Tore around the shoulder, passing several cars, skidding to a stop behind my black japanese sedan. The glow of finishing the level 5 hike was forgotten, the refreshing ice cold coors was gone. Interrogated of address, rationale, previous visits, and travel plans. Passed over my ID. Sniffed and scanned.
"Do not remove the permit from the inside of the windshield until you leave the park boundry."
That's what the scotch tape was for, we now figured. We got the message, the glare of Okra The Indian from the passanger seat, the cool ease of El Camino in the back, and my crisp answers to questions, quicky convincing the officer to move along. Nothing here. Never took the car out of drive, had the foot on the brake. Was ready to hit it if I had to, the Canyonball Run was on!...