Then he slunk off to his beaten up trailer and as he clung to his trailer, he said "This is PRIVATE PROPERTY, why don't ya go back where ye cume frum? At that, Solo888, continued to walk and I followed and she said "Sometimes, things are just not possible, sir, our ride is gone and we read on the map this was a public road, are you saying it is not." At that, he threw his hand in the air to wave us on. We continued on,still nervous, each footstep, would it be our last? Would it be a hatchet, a knife, stone, gunshot? We kept on going and going and step after step, we finally made it out of the mini trailer park. We began to talk about the experience, our way of bouncing back after danger. The hillbilly of Old Baldy Mountain,we call him. And we don't ever, want to see him again.