But every dawn brings a new day, a new attitude, a different mood. Now, there is a Storm in Port brewing. Under blue sky and in the absence of Hurricane Gale, fifteen bucks seemed like a rip off. You see, the BuRec'ers wouldn't accept our 50% off Govie Geezer Card. WTF? All this time I thought the Bureau of Land Management was part of the Feds, but at Red Cliffs the Right Hand says, "Not so fast, Buddy, this is one of those beautimous spots where Demand outweighs Supply. We can change the rules!" I don't know, maybe I was hung over from sailing through yesterday's storm and the IPA's it took to bring me down. Whatever the reason, I took offense to Govie's random exceptions and fine print, collected at least fifteen bucks worth of photos, left yesterday's Corn Nuts and beer in their dry-crapper, stuffed the dumpster with every scrap of trash I could find, and departed in search of a free boondock. As one of millions upon millions of "Little Guys," the only power we hold is in our amalga-nation...to withhold payment for Govie-policies deemed unfair and/or stupid. On another day, in a different mood, I might pay the money to stay and play at Red Cliffs. Evidently, yesterday wasn't one of them.
Our new Port is free, and just as beautimous! And guess what? It's on BLM land (snicker).