The Wrong Side of the Tracks

So, I was going to blog about this, but IR already beat me to it in her "7 blog entries in 7 days" challenge. It is a quite bloggable story though, so I imagine it won't hurt to tell it in more than one place.

Saturday IR and I decided to go on a walk to the Laurels.* Thinking it was right behind IR's house, we set off with the two doggies. We walked and walked and eventually came to the overpass over Route 1. We continued to walk. We passed Old McDonald's farm with geese and chickens and cows and pigs and alpacas and a renegade goat with one horn. But the best part, by far, was awaiting us just around the turn.

We walked passed this one house, and watched this car just drive to the end of the driveway and wave us past them, even though I was pretty sure they were going to turn in our direction and then just have to pass us again. Weird. But then all of a sudden, 2 state troopers flew down over the hill, preceeded by the whop whop of their siren. IR and I looked at each other, excited! Then the people in the car who had waited for us to pass, did indeed turn in our direction and pass us. Only they drove right up to the state troopers, waving their arms out the window telling the troopers to stop. They get out and we overhear something about weapons and the owner of the house pulling a weapon.

At this point, IR and I are just sort of lingering, not really sure how to pass these people, since they are taking up the whole road. Everybody stops talking and stares at us as we pass between the troopers and the people in the car. We continue on for a bit, then turn around and as we are passing the house again, three troopers are backing out of the driveway, the people in the car are back in their car, and this lady is walking down the driveway in a hoody. Weapon free. We didn't really stick around to see what happened, but the troopers were leaving, so the excitement seemed to be over.

Another item to note was the presence of an ambulance parked right up next to the house. Weird weird weird.

IR and I continued on our way back across the "tracks" to the safe side of West Grove, PA. But not without chuckling over the events of the afternoon.

*If anybody actually knows were the Laurels trails are, please let us know.