When you drive a party bus around New Zealand,
you end up staying at some very unusual "Camp Grounds". Some
beautiful, some eclectic, and some... just odd. We stayed at one
that was really quite nice, along a famous salmon river. There was a
trail to the river, and we thought a morning walk would be nice. It
started out in a beautiful and dense forest along a path that followed an old fence and pasture where sheep were
grazing in the light of the morning sun sparkling off fresh dew. Then
suddenly we found ourself in some old junkyard full of farm equipment, road work machinery,
and swing sets...
P.S. All camp grounds had unbelievable
views of the night skies
Question:
Is this a random act of drunken environmental vandalism, a momentary expression
of art breaking through a night of angst and rebellion, or was the tree just thirsty?
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