There is a thief among us.  About a week ago a man from Pennsylvania arrive at the campground.  He was alone and accompanying him was a Rottweiler ironically named Thor.  When I first showed up at camp and saw him unloading his gear at the site next to mine the air stunk of marijuana.  Not that it’s a bad thing, I mean we are in Colorado after all and I on occasion will smoke.   Anyways, it wasn’t until last night that I thought something was up with my neighbor. 

I had left out a 6-pack carton of Sierra Nevada to use as a pot holder for my mini- herb garden.  I had 4 plants and two beers in the six-pack.  I had abandoned these last few beers because beer and heat doesn’t mix well so keeping beer without a fridge to store them in is not a good idea.  If you know anything about beer its that when it is heated and cooled rapidly it will cook the yeast in the beer and ‘skunk’ the beer causing a awful taste. 

So this morning I awoke and exited my tent and walked over to my picnic table to notice that my 6 pack had been turned over and my beers missing.  Now I really don’t care that they took my skunked beer.  I mean it’s skunked after all, yuck! The thing that bugged me is that someone had entered my campsite and taken something that was mine without asking first.  Since my neighbors happened to be my only neighbors the culprit’s were easy to spot.  Now confronting them over the subject is not likely going to happen unless my 800-dollar skis in my tent go missing. Why? Well Thor is a big dog and from what I’ve seen since meeting my neighbors is that Thor knows what attack means.