He is used to me acting in my capacity as the self appointed “Ranger In Charge Of All I See” at Crater Lake National Park.
I enforce all litter laws, safety regulations, and correct the real rangers when they misspeak.
This is rarely appreciated by those who I speak with or by those who accompany me for some reason…
This, however, was serious and the boy knew it.
For those unfamiliar with Crater Lake it is what is left after a volcano blew it’s top and filled with water.
It the most beautiful place on earth…and it can be deadly as well.
The caldera walls are steep and dangerous…and they drop into the deepest lake in North America.
There are stone retaining walls that one should keep back from…and signs that tell you to do so.
What made T scurry to the bathroom was the sight of a woman and her dog laying on a snow berm a few feet on the wrong side of one of those walls.
He knew I’d say something…and I did.
The pile was melting from the top and bottom as the sun hit it…one wrong move could send the woman and the dog sliding into the abyss.
If it happened there would be no saving them…simply recovering the bodies would take at least a day.
I tried to explain what was happening under her at the moment and the need to carefully come back to the right side of the wall.
She told me to bleep off and the dog barked at me.
Her friends told me to mind my own business.
To them it didn’t matter if I was “right” or not, what mattered was that she had the “right” to do whatever she chose, no matter the tragic consequences that could occur.
Truth was irrelevant if it infringed on her choices or personal enjoyment of the moment.
I was trying to save her life, she perceived me as trying to ruin it.
She had to know the truth, I was morally obligated to tell it .
I was responsible to speak, she was responsible for the outcome.
Still, I may use different words next time…
Make your own application…