10/12/2024
If you've followed me for a while, you might remember a story from a few years back when I almost got arrested at Mount Rushmore.
That story summary:
A park ranger with a gun tried to put handcuffs on me...
I jumped off a cliff to get away...
I slashed open my leg and couldn't walk for 2 days...
Still have the scar...
Apparently you're not allowed to hike Mount Rushmore lol.
I had no intentions of repeating any cop or park ranger chases ever again after that Mount Rushmore incident. But yesterday I broke my streak of not being chased by law enforcement at Congaree National Park.
Right now I'm on a mission to visit all the National Parks in America. And Congaree is 1 of 5 I have left in the lower 48 states.
So I was STOKED when I entered the park yesterday and had no idea I would be leaving it with a park ranger in pursuit.
Now I'm gonna tell you exactly what happened...
BUT...
I have preface by saying I don't recommend this AT ALL.
If I was caught yesterday I have no idea what would of happened, but it almost certainly would have sucked pretty tremendously for me.
However, I do also have to admit that I'm laughing way too hard while writing this and that I had an unreasonable amount of fun running from a very upset park ranger.
Soooo with that said...
Here's the story of why I had to run from law enforcement in Congaree National Park yesterday👇
Congaree is a pine forest growing out of a swamp.
It's BEAUTIFUL with thick woods and winding dirt trails for miles and miles...
But because there's so much still water and swampland, the mosquitos are as bad as anywhere you've ever been. Even a short 5 minute walk down a trail was near impossible.
You just get eaten alive.
So when I was forced to run back to my van on my first attempt of walking out into the forest, I thought it would be a good idea to ride my bike down the trails so I could outrun the mosquitos.
It was a great plan and I rode for well over a mile enjoying the park with no problems.
Then somewhere just off the main park road I came to a boardwalk with a "no biking" sign on it.
I know National Parks can be a little unhappy with bikes, so I had no intentions of breaking any rules and getting in trouble. But just as I was getting ready to turn back up to the road and head back towards my van, a blue car swerved off the asphalt down the dirt road in my direction honking emphatically and driving very fast.
So my first thought was, "Oh s**t, a crazy dude is trying to run me over. I better get outta the way."
So I whipped my bike off the dirt road onto the boardwalk and started riding for all I was worth over the swamplands.
Cars couldn't follow me onto the boardwalk, right?
Then I heard a guy screaming behind me...
"OFF YOUR BIKE!! OFF YOUR BIKE!!".
And then it occurred to me that the blue car was probably just a park ranger getting ready to go home for the day that saw me, thought I was out breaking the rules, and got really angry.
So I spent a few seconds thinking about riding back down the boardwalk and trying to work it out with the ranger...
But listening to the raging screams of this dude behind me made me rethink that decision.
Instead I just thought, "Well, I'm already running. Let's make the most of my head start."
And the chase was ON.
I flew down the boardwalk sheepishly making my way by tourists by apologizing and telling them I was lost.
Some of them were annoyed with me, but most of them laughed and let me go by happily when they realized I was just lost and trying to find my way back to my car.
I was making great time, but there was a problem.
I KNEW that the park ranger chasing me would know where the boardwalk ended and probably wait for me at the other end.
So that meant I had to find another way back to the parking lot that didn't involve this boardwalk.
With swampy mosquito doom on either side of me, my prospects weren't great.
Lucky for me, I was ready to make some sacrifices to make my escape😉
So when I got to a spot without any tourists around, I jumped off the side of the boardwalk into the swamp with my bike. Just through the trees I could see another dirt trail on dry ground. So that was going to be my escape that saved me from the swamp AND the pursuing park ranger.
I got to the trail and started riding without anyone seeing me, but remember, I still didn't know where I was going.
All I had was a faint idea of what direction my van was in.
And thank goodness I was right.
It took a little figuring out, but eventually I found the long way through the forest back to the lot where I parked my van.
I felt a rush of success. I had gotten away!
That's when I saw the same blue car that had chased me earlier waiting in the parking lot.
My heart dropped.
Images of Mount Rushmore played through my head of park rangers with guns chasing me through the forest.
Surely I was caught, right?
Right?
The blue car wasn't moving.
What? Shouldn't they be able to see me by now?
That's when I realized the car was waiting at the exit of the boardwalk I jumped off earlier. So instead of looking towards me and the parking lot, they were probably looking the other direction towards the boardwalk getting ready for an ambush.
I took the chance to put my van between me and the blue car so I couldn't see them, and they couldn't see me.
Very quietly and casually, I walked the next 100ft past the tourists straight up to my van, threw my bike in the back, and drove off out of the park at 15 miles per hour just like any other tourist.
HOME FREE.
Now I've gotta hit on a few takeaways from that trip yesterday.
First off, screw that park ranger.
He's probably fine to hang out with and talk to when he's not chasing you through the forest...
But still, eff that guy.
This is now my second time being chased by law enforcement in a National Park. And both times it has been while I was doing NOTHING WRONG.
When I hiked Mount Rushmore, I intentionally avoided the places that were off limits thinking I was just out on a normal hike.
When I was riding my bike through Congaree, I intentionally avoided the "no biking" signs and went the other way thinking I had simply found a solution to avoid mosquitos.
But both times, I've had an encounter with FURIOUS park rangers screaming their head off that started chasing me with no explanation of what I had done wrong.
And to this day, I still don't know why.
When I visit National Parks, I have the upmost intention to be respectful, kind, and loving of the beautiful nature that is in these places.
I leave nothing behind, I pick up trash, and I often make a Youtube video to encourage other people to come to the parks as well.
In fact, I was going to make a Youtube video on Congaree National Park.
But when I have a furious person ambush me in the forest screaming, honking their horn, or displaying a gun...
I run.
Guess why?
I want to LIVE.
Neither of the rangers that have pursued me has tried talking to me.
Neither of them tried to get my attention before chasing me.
And neither of them made me feel safe enough to stop and try to reason with them in the slightest.
In fact, when I tried to stop and talk with the ranger at Mount Rushmore against my better judgment, he rewarded me by screaming, showing me his gun, and grabbing my arm to try to put handcuffs on me.
So I don't think it was unreasonable of me at all to RUN.
And just so we're clear...
I DON'T WANT TO BE A FUGITIVE who's running from law enforcement.
I'm a very reasonable, kind person who's willing to admit when I make mistakes and even willing to suffer consequences to keep the peace in many scenarios.
But if you scare someone into thinking that you're attacking them, do not be surprised when they don't do what you want them to.
This should go for all human interactions that you have with anybody.
If want someone to react calmly and reasonably, then you have to set he example for how you want them to react.
In other words...
If you scream at someone -> expect them to act angrily back towards you.
If you attack someone -> expect the fight or flight response.
But if you give someone patience, understanding, and kindness - > then you give yourself a really good chance of receiving the same kind of behavior back.
Make sense?
I hope so.
Because the truth is that most people are GOOD. And if you treat them like they're good, then they'll usually live up to your expectations.
- Jake "can't catch me" Blue