  We took a drubbing. The boys came at us right after we signed off late yesterday. Couldn’t post anything because Sally and I had to hunker down behind the sofa. I admit I’m a coward. These guys are football players. I think they were drunk, or frustrated, or just really angry for some reason. We really can’t figure this out. Did they kill the park ranger? Do they think I’m onto it after reading my review from six months ago? The boys pounded on the door incessantly. You would think the neighbors would call the cops, but there it is, the cops. Are they in on this too? This whole thing is way over our heads. Sally here. They did more than pound on the door.
They threw a rock through a side window and stuck the garden hose in and flooded the bathroom. I’m outta here. It’s almost eleven in the morning and as soon as I get my courage together I’m walking out and going to my car and driving to the sheriff’s station. The local police won’t help and I don’t know why. Before it gets dark, I’m outta here. This is crazy! 
