I saw a piece of a program yesterday about the eastward migration of another horror in the woods - including our national forests. It's the growing fields of marijuana - and the hidden meth labs. Mexican illegal aliens were involved in guarding the fields - often with irrigation water supplied by black tubing from local streams. If you run into a black hose/tube in the boonies, don't follow it. The druggies have found it easier to smuggle workers, seeds, AK-47s, and equipment across our southern borders than it is the final product.
The same thing, apparently, for meth labs. They have the additional horror of polluting the ground by their poisonous effluents, not to mention forest fires from their 'accidents'. Of course, they require power - portable AC generators in the middle of the boonies are a giveaway - reverse your course. They are also guarded - beware. These sites often explain the lost campers/hikers. they have made it to the east coast - and the Carolinas - they are everywhere.
I liked it better when the only snakes I had to look out for on the trails slithered on the ground - not on two legs! Beware...
Stainz
PS I remember visiting cousins in an adjacent, then dry, county as a child - half a century ago - and avoiding 'Old Harry's Still' when we hiked. Everyone - sheriff included - got their 'shine from Harry. That county went wet - and became a bedroom community for Birmingham - many years ago - bye bye stills.
The same thing, apparently, for meth labs. They have the additional horror of polluting the ground by their poisonous effluents, not to mention forest fires from their 'accidents'. Of course, they require power - portable AC generators in the middle of the boonies are a giveaway - reverse your course. They are also guarded - beware. These sites often explain the lost campers/hikers. they have made it to the east coast - and the Carolinas - they are everywhere.
I liked it better when the only snakes I had to look out for on the trails slithered on the ground - not on two legs! Beware...
Stainz
PS I remember visiting cousins in an adjacent, then dry, county as a child - half a century ago - and avoiding 'Old Harry's Still' when we hiked. Everyone - sheriff included - got their 'shine from Harry. That county went wet - and became a bedroom community for Birmingham - many years ago - bye bye stills.