One day last week, I was wandering along the path by the creek again. It was the first time I had been a long the northern section that goes by my house for a while. Always curious for signs of movement or change in the humpy, I craned my neck as I rounded the bend, with the taste of pine needles on my tounge.
I was shocked to see that the humpy has had its roof smashed in, and the blue tarpolin ripped from its moorings. This was done, either as an act of random violence, or possibly by the owner/user.
Unfortunately, the former option seems to be the most likely.
