This is how I looked the morning federal law enforcement “came knocking” at my campsite in response to a report that I, “someone,” was “setting up a meth lab” at the end of the remote road I was on. The officer was a huge guy and, in retrospect, not very friendly. At first I didn’t notice because I had connections in law enforcement and was always very kindly disposed towards officers. He told me someone had driven by early in the morning and reported me. (I’d been sleeping, as I was still working a night schedule in those days.) I started laughing and showed him the things that had triggered suspicion. He started laughing too and we ended up talking about our alma mater, similar courses of study and how our pasts shared many areas of overlap. It remains one of my fondest memories of a campsite visit.