Got a homeless "home" set up in the middle of the single track forested ride up to the trailhead off of Hacienda Bl. that heads east towards Powder Cyn eventually. Been there for 3 or 4 weeks. Creepy set up made me think crazy like "the hills have eyes" or something, but the cat was never there, even crack of dawn early. But his sleeping rig is always placed just so - right in the middle of the trail - so you either run it over or go up off trail and around. And the strung out display of debris/personal belongings including some cups of what I figure are piss all set up like it is staged for bizarreness.
Anyways, this AM, there's the odd fellow ambling down the trail towards me, going full ramble with the obviously well thought-out non-sequitur mania stream of altered consciousness, and me alone with no where to bail, and no clue to his degree of whateverness. Turned out to be affable, seemingly well spoken, if on another planet, he had me going with Sidney Poitier is Adam from the Bible, like Garden of Eden Adam, and he met him in Australia and can attest to it all. Had a magazine back at his camp which documents the whole tale that never ends and me unable to get a word in and needing to get way to close to get by and on my way. Get he just needed a little human contact - someone to talk at. So, got it, I'll check out the magazine as I go by but really need to get going as I have a long ways to ride still. Didn't hit me up for money or try to steal my bike or go off on me for my disbelieving ways. Just high on tangled synapses and on his way to wherever he hangs during daylight.
Sure enough, the magazine with Sidney Poitier on the cover was right there by his bedside. I didn't take him up on the generous offer to stop by and read it, but... hmmm... Sidney Poitier - Sydney Australia.... could be something there. Just can't quit make the Adam connection yet. But I did find out that there are too many people and Jesus can no longer take any more. So there's that.