Decided to walk through local Scout camp to take pictures in the snow. Gentleman approached in plow truck.
This was our initial exchange:
Plow Guy: "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but this is private property, you're going to have to leave."
Me: "That's fine, I understand. Beautiful place, my son's been here a number of times."
Plow Guy: "Oh! You're in Scouting! That's different."
Great conversation ensued, we shook hands and he saw me off down this path. You gotta love moments like this.
