Here’s an enlightening story from last June. Driving down the lonely highway I see a disabled car over the hill, parked 1/2 in the lane of traffic. The car was a bit of a hazard, over the crest, 93 degrees out, I stop. The older gentleman said he thought a guy was coming to help, hoped. I asked the usual questions about the problem, then offered to tow him out of the road. He liked that idea, I then offered to tow him the 8-10 miles home, he liked that idea even better.
I towed him home, he knew we were dogging, said he had a private downtown saved for good friends. He offered it up, just over the hill. It was a great spot, though we were done for the day, we shot about 1.5 hours. He said to come back, I have reminders on my maps. If & when I do, I’ll, take a case of ‘pop’, water, or whatever, as a thank you.
I’m spring loaded to help, that lady with the disabled car may not have a dog town, but her cousin just may. Of course part is doing the right thing, even away from prairie dogs. Let’s just assume all safety precautions are taken.