Frontier Gibberish

“Millipede: “Orkg.” (Holding left hand up, gazing at it with a focused stare, the fingers turned upward, opened slightly with the thumb against the ring finger.)

Radagast: “What exactly is that, frontier gibberish?”

Millipede: “You do not understand. Orkg, orkg. I am Nordic!”

TownDawg: “Nordic? What did you say exactly?”

HumanPackMule and Madman take a few steps away, walking to the other side of the fire pit, as Millipede continues to attempt to communicate his point. “Orkg.” (Again holding left hand up, gazing at it with a focused stare, the fingers turned upward, opened slightly with the thumb against the ring finger.) “You college educated boys do not understand the song, the song of the woods, like we do.”

TownDawg and Uprocks both ask again, “Nordic?”

Millipede’s accent was a mixture of Irish Cockney, Norwegian ‘grunt’ and enough frontier gibberish to keep all of us entertained the entire night. “Orkg,” he would say, and then launch into a long passage of meaningless babble that was anyone’s guess what in the world he was saying. Every now and then, you could catch a word, but trying to piece that into some coherent concept – another matter entirely.

According to Millipede, the two guys who showed up with him were the best-unsigned singer songwriter, and the best car mechanic around. Maybe they were, and appearance can be deceiving as we all know, but try to picture one guy in soldier fatigues and another with a red do-rag over his head. Welcome to Ellijay. “Orkg. (Meaningless frontier gibberish followed some mention of Nashville or Nazis or Vegas, followed by more frontier gibberish.)”

“someone call nashville!

tell 'em to "LAY IT DOWN!!!"”

“by the way, dawg, we're glad you made it back without losing your... err.... virginity.”

“lol Towndawg. Somehow 'yuppy' does not come to mind when I think of this trip”

“no.

no it does not.”

“WHOA there boy!
You bedda LOOK OUT!”

“Right now I have a horrid head cold...reading this thread has really made my head spin!!!!!”

“tay een da wind... lay it down... comprende?”

“chickapee chickapee chickapee”

“C'mon Robert!
Use the trailname!”

“I am doing my best to describe our night at Hawk Mountain shelter, but no words comes close.

By the way, if you knew the story about my ride with those three down to Amicocola (sp?), that may be the greatest story to tell of them all.

:)”

“I like the phrase "Parade of human wreckage" that's a pretty good one.”

“Towndawg - what exactly did happen on that ride down 42?”

“Things man was not meant to know?”

“TRUTH: They played us. It was all a big game they enjoy, just to see how much they can psych someone else out. In the car, they were just as normal, and nice as anyone I had ever met.

Randy works in middle management for a chemical company, Joe really is one of the best car mechanics around, and builds street rods for local folks, and our good buddy Millipede is a real estate agent, and let me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the whole evening was nothing but an act for our mutual enjoyment.”

“And that car?.. with the windshield broken in two places, and doors that didn't open very well, (and yes the muffler DID FALL OFF on the way down the gravel road back out to my car)..

They all own GOOD cars.. but went in together and bought this old wagon for $1500 to park at the trailheads when they go hiking.”

“so you might want to re-think EVERYTHING from that night.. we got PLAYED gentlemen.”

“what did they gain?”

“Let's not forget about the case of beer that the real estate broker drank the night before, and the three he had for breakfast BEFORE he hit the trail... He is a smooth-talking drunkard, and I'm glad you got your ride down to your car safely. For this I am sure of.”

“I dunno TD.
That was A LOT of beer.”

“'They all own GOOD cars.. but went in together and bought this old wagon for $1500 to park at the trailheads when they go hiking'

uh, what's wrong with a $1500 car?”

“yeah, TD. i'd love to have heard them explain their joke to us, on saturday night. hmm....”

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