Abandoned Planet

Hiking in Hicksville

Eventually we left the building, heading downhill to the powerhouse, the final key building we had yet to see. Again, getting in wasn't difficult, but leaving was. You see, just as we were about to leave the powerhouse, I noticed something outside the window. A white truck, driving away. White trucks are never good. I plead of you, if you're going to buy a pickup truck for whatever reason (I'm sure there MUST be some people who have a legitimate reason...), please do not get a white one. It's like getting a white or dark blue Impala or Crown Victoria. It just puts peoples nerves on edge.

I told Boffo and Skold. We all stopped making so much noise and I said it's probably a good idea to wait around a while just to make sure it's gone. It's just doing a quick drive-by of the property, we surmised. About 5 minutes later, it came around the other side of the building. Boffo spotted it this time. We continued to wait. And wait some more. We waited for about 20 minutes of time when we saw no truck until we assumed it had left, and it was safe to go. Not knowing when it would come back, we quickly left the powerhouse and walked briskly back towards the front of the property where we came in.

We were provided some shade from the road and being in plain sight by a small concrete wall outside the dining hall, as it was slightly sunk into the ground. When we heard a car on the road, we ducked. And it was a good thing. As when Boffo popped his head up to see if the car was gone, he noticed the security truck. Just sitting at the front of the property. Waiting. We were not happy with this turn of events.

"So now what?" I asked. Boffo came up with the suggestion that we go into the woods where we wouldn't be seen, and hike through those to get to the road, and maybe we wouldn't be in sight. It seemed like a fine plan to me, and off we went. After some uphill hiking and crossing of small creeks, we were back at the road. We laid low in the gutter beside it, as Boffo peered out.

"The guard is now on the other side of the road." he said. "Let's head back into the forest."

So we did. And for some reason, we trecked closer to where the guard was, presumably to get a better view of what he was up to. Skold and I held back as Boffo told us to be quiet, as the guard was saying something and he was trying to hear what it was. We waited anxiously. I didn't know what to do, as our car was parked on the other side, and even if we could get across the road without being seen, we couldn't get the car out, he was blocking the exit. Eventually, he left.

We thought that was a little strange, but we decided to quickly head for the car, staying in the forest on the other side of the road, not knowing if the guard would be back. I'm not a big fan of hiking. Forests have bugs. And branches that whip you in the face. On the plus side, it was a billion degrees out, and at least the forest provided some shade.

When we got back to the car and it was still there, I was happy. We threw our bags in the trunk and we were on our way. I started driving slowly out, worried about the guard, then realized that if he saw us at this point, there was really nothing we could do, so I might as well just drive normally.

We got back to the road, and turned back towards the town. After about 20 seconds of driving, we saw a white truck driving quickly in the opposite direction, back towards the location. "We're off the property... we're good." we figured. Besides, security can't really do anything to you. It's not like the could pull us over. Once we weren't trespassing, the security couldn't do anything.

State police, on the other hand, can.

We stopped in a town called Gowanda about four miles away. Apparently, it had a Burger King. That sounded promising. We parked and went inside. When we found out that debit machines in the U.S. and Canadian bank cards are hositle to one another, we found an ATM, then returned. We were hungry. And I wanted chicken fries.

Enjoying our meals and lamenting the use of Corn Syrup in American soft drinks, I looked to my left and saw, hovering over us, two state troopers. They didn't look happy.

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	Hiking in Hicksville Eventually we left the building, heading downhill to the powerhouse, the final key building we had yet to see. Again, getting in wasn't difficult, but leaving was. You see, just as we were about to leave the powerhouse, I noticed something outside the window. A white truck, driving away. White trucks are never good. I plead of you, if you're going to buy a pickup truck for whatever reason (I'm sure there MUST be some people who have a legitimate reason...), please do not get a white one. It's like getting a white or dark blue Impala or Crown Victoria. It just puts peoples nerves on edge. I told Boffo and Skold. We all stopped making so much noise and I said it's probably a good idea to wait around a while just to make sure it's gone. It's just doing a quick drive-by of the property, we surmised. About 5 minutes later, it came around the other side of the building. Boffo spotted it this time. We continued to wait. And wait some more. We waited for about 20 minutes of time when we saw no truck until we assumed it had left, and it was safe to go. Not knowing when it would come back, we quickly left the powerhouse and walked briskly back towards the front of the property where we came in. We were provided some shade from the road and being in plain sight by a small concrete wall outside the dining hall, as it was slightly sunk into the ground. When we heard a car on the road, we ducked. And it was a good thing. As when Boffo popped his head up to see if the car was gone, he noticed the security truck. Just sitting at the front of the property. Waiting. We were not happy with this turn of events. "So now what?" I asked. Boffo came up with the suggestion that we go into the woods where we wouldn't be seen, and hike through those to get to the road, and maybe we wouldn't be in sight. It seemed like a fine plan to me, and off we went. After some uphill hiking and crossing of small creeks, we were back at the road. We laid low in the gutter beside it, as Boffo peered out. "The guard is now on the other side of the road." he said. "Let's head back into the forest." So we did. And for some reason, we trecked closer to where the guard was, presumably to get a better view of what he was up to. Skold and I held back as Boffo told us to be quiet, as the guard was saying something and he was trying to hear what it was. We waited anxiously. I didn't know what to do, as our car was parked on the other side, and even if we could get across the road without being seen, we couldn't get the car out, he was blocking the exit. Eventually, he left. We thought that was a little strange, but we decided to quickly head for the car, staying in the forest on the other side of the road, not knowing if the guard would be back. I'm not a big fan of hiking. Forests have bugs. And branches that whip you in the face. On the plus side, it was a billion degrees out, and at least the forest provided some shade. When we got back to the car and it was still there, I was happy. We threw our bags in the trunk and we were on our way. I started driving slowly out, worried about the guard, then realized that if he saw us at this point, there was really nothing we could do, so I might as well just drive normally. We got back to the road, and turned back towards the town. After about 20 seconds of driving, we saw a white truck driving quickly in the opposite direction, back towards the location. "We're off the property... we're good." we figured. Besides, security can't really do anything to you. It's not like the could pull us over. Once we weren't trespassing, the security couldn't do anything. State police, on the other hand, can. We stopped in a town called Gowanda about four miles away. Apparently, it had a Burger King. That sounded promising. We parked and went inside. When we found out that debit machines in the U.S. and Canadian bank cards are hositle to one another, we found an ATM, then returned. We were hungry. And I wanted chicken fries. Enjoying our meals and lamenting the use of Corn Syrup in American soft drinks, I looked to my left and saw, hovering over us, two state troopers. They didn't look happy.

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