From the maintenance area, I headed back down to the Settlement.
I had seen something earlier in the 700 loop that I wanted to go back and check on.
For some reason, the last four sites on the 700 loop were empty and blocked-off:
What is this all about?
I found out on Sunday.
If you look at the sign laying on the ground in the last photo, above, you can make-out that it says something about golf cart parking.
On Sunday morning, way before sunrise, all of the entrances to the Settlement area were blocked off. People on golf carts had to park them here on the 700 loop, and proceed on foot. No exceptions. The 100 loop was blocked off, too, so you couldn't go that way. It was blocked off until about noon.
But on Saturday, everything was still open, so we headed on back down to the Settlement area, toward the River Country entrance. The officials for the race were driving all over the place back here in golf carts, so no one even gave me a second glance as I rode my cart up the mulch path behind Pioneer Hall, all the way up to the horse barn, and the blacksmith shop. A long time ago, it was OK to ride golf carts back here, but no more. The blacksmith shop was empty, but I did get a good photo of the fireplace:
I saw an old photo of this same area someplace, and I'll compare the two when I get the chance.
I am sure that if I had wanted to, I could have gone ahead and driven my cart all the way to Wilderness Lodge. But, I didn't want to. What is there to see on the bike path?
I had something more interesting (well, to me anyway) in mind.
I was going to try to drive my cart down the Wilderness Swamp trail to the 300 loop.
I was going wild!
So, away I went. Past the Settlement Trading Post, and back on the trail.
I have never done this before.
Honest.
But, I have seen other people do it.
And, I am now feeling invincible. I am not going to get caught!
So, I drive all the way to the canal behind the 300 loop.
The canals in the Fort are low, but here they were pumping water into Bay Lake:
You see that bridge?
What the heck, why don't I go for broke and drive over it, and take a good look at the cabin on the other side of the canal?
So I do.
I snapped this photo looking back toward the Contemporary resort:
You can also see that there was a fellow doing some fishing back here at the time.
Just as I was about to hop off the cart to look at the cabin, I saw a flash of white.
A white pick-up truck was driving in from the 300 loop!
And there I was, in an unauthorized area, and the only way out was over the bridge that the guy was now driving toward me over.
Busted!
I have heard tales of a castmember that was labeled "Mean Gene." I never made his acquaintance. This fellow was named Brian. He asked me, in a nicer tone than I would have used, what the heck I was doing back here with my golf cart. I apologized profusely. He said he had better not see me back here again, and get out. He was pretty nice about the whole thing. But, we still felt that he needed a nick-name. We don't approve of profanity in the TCD household, but the only name that we could think of was itchy Brian, (you will need to add a B to the first word). I have seen BB around the Fort before. He usually patrols in the evening, telling people to move their extra cars, and put out their campfires and such. He is not a bad guy. But, we are calling him BB from now on.
I am still wondering how BB just happened to show up when I was over the bridge by the old cabin. Either it was just a coincidence that he showed up there then, or they have surveillance cameras along the trail, and he was sent there. I am not going to pull this stunt again, so somebody else will have to find out about that.
Anyhow, after our encounter with BB, we drove back over the bridge, and into the 300 loop. My spying on this trip was over
I didn't know you could tow a camper with a smart car, but check this out:
From here, we headed back to the cabin to chill for a while.
Thankfully, the DD's were smart enough not to mention our run-in with BB to Mrs. TCD. We kept that as our little secret.
Next up, a look at more triathlon stuff, and wasting away in paradise.
TCD