Kalaloch Campground, Olympic National Park, WA
After breakfast the girls dumped their stuff in the car and left. I was sad. I'll get to see her again though. That is something to look forwards to.
This whole day (but not the night) passed slowly without much happening. This is when I started to get to know Murray, a very interesting person. He's about 1/2 inch taller than me, darkish, muscular. He wears an old pair of frayed jeans, frayed jeans jacket, and T-shirt. He's always riding around camp looking (but not touching) at the girls.
He was one of the drunks that came over at the pot party. He was the one making the idiotic pass at the girl. He has a very rough unpolished character. He always talks about getting a piece, but because he is too rough, never does. At home I would call him obnoxious. Here he is just boorish. A country boy.
He lives about 50 miles north of here in a town of 400 people called Callam Bay. His girlfriend, whom he always mentions and always misses, lives about 50 miles south in Humptulips.
His age is, if I've been given the right information by him, is 15. He looks about 18 - 20.
He was the guy who paired up with Karen, to my good advantage. Apparently he liked me cause he kept coming over and talking. He's strange. He apparently likes to look at girls but not touch because of his girlfriend.
I took him riding around in the Volks with the top down several times. It's juvenile though. I felt silly but it gave him a thrill and it was somewhat nice being looked at. His language is abodimable.
He invited me to come over that night to meet two 24 & 26 year old girls whom he said were drinking. Asked me to bring the bottle of Cold Duck which I had unfortunately let him see. I said, “O.K. but I want to eat supper first.“ (They were supposed to be back in 1/2 hour). I cooked a very big meal and finished off the last of the potatoes. I was stuffed.
I went looking for Murray and the two girls but couldn't find them. I figured they had gotten someone else and had already crawled into the sleeping bags. I gave it one last time.
I found Murray at camp still waiting. I hadn't missed out on anything at all. Both of us went over along with Bob, Murray's brother, who didn't like girls. One girl, Sandy, was dead drunk. She sat and talked for a while then staggered off to the tent. She fell in and apparently made her way into the sleeping bag.
That left the four of us sitting there. Margie was hardly dead drunk, she was just rather high. She sat and talked for a long time. She was very honest and straightforward. She told Murray that the cigarettes he bummed would have to be paid back (by building a fire in the morning).
She refused to drink any Cold Duck because she didn't like it. She acknowledged that the 1 1/2 Singapore Slings that they had were too strong and that she was drunk. All three boys drank some Cold Duck but there wasn't enough to make it worthwhile.
She kept telling us that when she said to leave that we should leave and not come back later on because she had a gun and was paranoid about people sneaking around. We all said we'd leave and not come around later on. Which we did. Murray and Bob said they'd have a fire ready about 9:00 A.M.