So I encountered a stranger running on the trail I normally walk...he was wearing a red and black flannel shirt, camo pants, and hiking boots. He asked for directions, clueing me in that he wasn't a local. So, for the rest of my hike I was on the lookout for flannel camo guy. Needless to say I've watched 100 too many episodes of 48 Hours. Not the strangest stranger I've ever encounetered on an island trail, but a definite runner-up. Typical tourists are not intimidating, but those who fall in between are questionable at best. More on this later...
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