So I arrive at Castle Rock State Park on Saturday and I'm waiting for my buddy to show up. I'm cranking some Rolling Stones in my truck and organizing all my gear and drinking a beer. The parking lots are FULL. Some idiot even parked in between two trees that cuts off another 5-7 parking spaces.

I see a ranger vehicle coming and pray it's not the supertool Miles Standish (real name). Every time this guy sees me he fu*ks with me. He HATES climbers, especially dirtbags. Sure enough he parks and gets out and, yep, it's the world class a$$hole know as Miles Standish. I hide my beer as he approaches and pretend to be busy in the back of my truck. He's studying everyone license plates and is headed my way.

He passes me (after checking my plate) and I say, "Howdy". He returns the greeting. I see a couple of climbers I recognize (Charlie and some other dude) and I go over (Stones still crankin') and say hi. They also relay stories of getting tooled by Miles. I go back to my truck and he's writing somebody a ticket. He comes back by me and says, "You know I can issue a citation for playing music that's audible at 50 feet away?". I say no, let me turn down the music. I then ask if they've ever considered putting a sign in between the trees saying, don't park here, you're blocking a section of the parking lot. He says, "I can write everybody here a ticket for parking perpindicular to the road, not parallel." I'm like, WTF? I didn't know that was a law either.

This guy just cruises around finding ways to f%ck with people. He gives law enforcement types a bad name.

A$$hole!