<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Bbmnf on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bbmnf/</link><description>Recent content in Bbmnf on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bbmnf/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Trespasser</title><link>/stories/2003/09/05/trespasser/</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/05/trespasser/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Trespasser
by bbmnf
Trespasser   by bbmnf&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was on my vacation.  I had decided to hike a trail in the Rocky
Mountains of the United States of America.  I was 22, out of college
and had not yet accepted a job.  I had saved enough from my co-op
job to spend the summer hiking.  I would only need food.  I had
enough to swing that.  The first 6 weeks went fine.  I was running
low on food.  Unless I wanted to live off the land, which I didn&amp;rsquo;t,
I had to go into an inhabited area for supplies.  It was a long trek
down to the lower level where I could make my way into the town that was
a few miles away from the foot of the mountain I was on at the time. 
I hiked down the mountain to the flat land and continued east in the direction
of the town.  I could see the highway from where I was.  It was
about 200 yards away.  The only problem was all along the fence were
signs.  &amp;ldquo;NO TRESPASSING.  TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE
FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW,&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>