Saturday was a busy day for me. I was up around 5 a.m. and didn't get to sleep until about 12:30 that night.
First thing was that I had problems in the campground. This happens mostly every weekend. What I thought was going to be an easy day in the park turned into a nightmare and kept me dealing with that issue all day. I did get a nature walk in for some park visitors, until right afterwards when the shit hit the fan. Just to say it is getting harder and harder for the rangers to enforce rules in the campgrounds, especially when we can't carry guns, but the campers can, and campers are now allowed to have alcohol in their campsites. So now when we have to respond to problems, we could be risking our lives if someone wants to get crazy with us.
So afterwards as soon as I got off work, I headed to the Seminole Reservation. Those of you who missed the gathering, missed a good one. I was just there for about three or four hours, but it was well worth it. A lot of people know Ollie because of his great professional photography, and he is one of the featured tribal artists in the museum. I didn't know he was a great storyteller, too. He carries on the tradition just the same way I have heard the elders do storytelling, and I suppose he had good tellers in his family give the skill to him. I could say a lot more, but I have to get to work this morning.
I am told that when you sit down to tell a story, four stories have to be told. Well, Ollie told three of them around the fire, and the the fourth story he told when we went out for the night-time swamp buggy ride. Since I was driving the buggy, I had to pay attention to the trail, eat the dust from the other buggies, and not pay attention to everything that was said. Ollie's fourth story was about me, and when I got sick on a previous ride. It was the funniest story and all at my expense. I am now part of Seminole folklore.