They have a habit of leaving messes behind them. In the 1980’s, these tards left thousands of rounds of blank brass in the creekbed at Oneita Gorge, a top scenic hike in the Columbia River gorge area.
Two crews of volunteers had to be sent in to clean up the mess.
I guess a lot of my old postcards are now contraband.
If they’re trying to rturn themselves into a running joke, they’ve succeeded. All that remains is for us to decide how much money and bother all this comedy is worth.
I’ve never taken a commercial photo, and I intend never to take one, so I’ma gonna take all the pix I want in the National Parks, permitless.
It will be just my luck that I get definitive photographic proof that Bigfoot exists on my next vacation, and I’ll get in trouble for selling the prints.
September 25th, 2014 at 10:45 pm
Looks like there’s gonna be a whole lot of the three S’s in some government agency’s future.
September 26th, 2014 at 1:32 am
Blame the film industry.
They have a habit of leaving messes behind them. In the 1980’s, these tards left thousands of rounds of blank brass in the creekbed at Oneita Gorge, a top scenic hike in the Columbia River gorge area.
Two crews of volunteers had to be sent in to clean up the mess.
September 26th, 2014 at 7:30 am
That still doesn’t give them the authority to fine us for our little cameras.
September 26th, 2014 at 12:07 pm
And it’s also a prime example of “Flogging the peasants for the sins of the lords.”
September 26th, 2014 at 4:34 pm
I guess a lot of my old postcards are now contraband.
If they’re trying to rturn themselves into a running joke, they’ve succeeded. All that remains is for us to decide how much money and bother all this comedy is worth.
September 27th, 2014 at 12:14 am
…But on the other side it didn’t say nothing, That side was made for you and me.
September 29th, 2014 at 7:07 pm
I’ve never taken a commercial photo, and I intend never to take one, so I’ma gonna take all the pix I want in the National Parks, permitless.
It will be just my luck that I get definitive photographic proof that Bigfoot exists on my next vacation, and I’ll get in trouble for selling the prints.