<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Keeper Post</span><br/><hr/><em>September 6, 2020 - 1:15PM</em><br/><br/>Westward on Everitt Memorial Highway from the Vortex Campground, marking the halfway point between the campground and Interstate 5, is a clearing that looks like evidence that someone with access to saws and bulldozers had taken a chunk of forest to make room for a popular RV Park. The dominant color in this expanse is white, colored in with brownish paintjobs of more luxury RV's and mobile homes.<br/><br/>Having a position away from the local politics of the City of Mount Shasta, tenants of this park are unaware that the city is slowly becoming a ghost town. Maybe that is why they are here, to forget about the cares and stresses and issues of city life, even small city life, and embrace the freedom the open road seemingly gives you. You'd park in an empty spot, next to another RV and instantly, you'd be neighbors with someone who shares your travel philosophy.<br/><br/>Close to the back end of the RV park was a grey and tan Winnebago (https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zHI7ueo8nl8/maxresdefault.jpg) owned by an elderly couple in their 70's who had gained popularity with their neighbors. James Ash had a massive haul of fish from Lake Siskiyou and was cooking it up for anybody who was hungry. It was also at Lake Siskiyou that he and his wife of 42 years, Linda, met with a young woman dressed in an unusual outfit. She was hungry and in need of shelter, so out of their generous heart, they ferried her to the RV park, where, once they were hooked up to the utility lines, gave her the luxuries that a mobile home had to offer, such as hot water, electricity and internet.<br/><br/>Unaware of what had happened about 30 minutes ago at the abandoned campground to the east, James was cooking up a lunch feast of fish and other foodstuffs, conversing with their neighbors. The young woman, named Alyssa, was sitting, observing the vibrant couple, probably finding qualities similar to people she knew. She couldn't observe for long, for there was a whisper in her ear. As if this wasn't a random or first occurrence, she'd slip away without alerting the couple.<br/><br/>Once alone, the voice, disembodied and seemingly coming from an unknown source and heard only by Alyssa, finally spoke without delay. "Ask for toilet paper at the general store," the voice said and said no more. If Alyssa asked for clarification or had any doubt, the voice would not expose any reason for giving her that message. Before, the messages would be somewhat cryptic, sometimes vague, but never so to-the-point, which was unusual. But Alyssa knew that disobedience was frowned upon and whatever orders she got from the sect, and therefore from the Goddess, it would need to be followed without hindrance or delay.<br/><br/>If Alyssa tries to slip away to the general store, a squarish building smack dab in the middle of the RV park, Linda would notice and ask her, "Oh Miss Alyssa, are you not hungry, dear?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Hunters permitted to post:</em>Alyssa Strum