Day seven:
The Fish and Wildlife are starting to bicker with the state patrol and the nat'l guard rep. "He clearly doesn't want, or need, rescue. Anyway how do you rescue someone who is running away from you?" The staties floated the theory that I am getting assistance from the local population, and made an appeal to the nat'l guardsman in re: the COIN manual. The nat'l guardsman pointed out that I am not an insurgent, nor wanted for any crimes. The statie said, "Well, not yet."

I won't stoop to taunting them in the night. That would probably be poor sport - I just wonder who called them to rescue me. Who among the noders are to blame? Clearly someone with access to the IPs used in the last week, to get a general geolocation.

A Radio Shack employee allowed me to charge my telephone with an iGo demo charger. I'd have ditched the phone by now, but a vague plan is forming. He asked if I was hungry, and asked me to leave when I offered him some of my berry and squirrel paste.

Though I am generally unfamiliar with the terrain here, I have learned to avoid the major tourist traps by the smell of lobster rolls and the sound of rapid Quebecois French.

Wish me goodluck and Godspeed for what comes next.

As always, Noli nothis permittere te terere.