Road Trip
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 3
Hauling out the topographic map and sending Connie to fetch a ruler I discovered that one inch=2000feet. The ruler said the map said it was an inch and a quarter from the 90 degree turn at Consuelo’s trailer to the next fence east. 2500 feet.
From the map it was between 4 and 3/4 inches to 5 inches to Keystone road. One inch equals 2000 feet. Five inches therefore equals 10 thousand feet.
2,500 x 10,000 equals 25,000,000 square feet... 25 million square feet. Figuring that nothing was square ... Wolf Creek Road wanders and I already owned part of that ... no ... wait ... from the back of the trailer to the next east fence ... one and a quarter inches. 2500 linear feet. My land had nothing in the equation.
25 million square feet equals 573.92102847 acres ... say 574 acres. A mile square is 640 acres.
I had calls to make.
“RK Lodges. Katie Kop speaking.”
“Karen Post here.”
“Where have you been?”
“At a rendezvous in Norris, Montana. I had a little accident.”
“Dick and I were wondering if you were that Karen Post.”
“Wondering?”
“John Baird wrote an article about your little accident.”
“In the Buckskin Report?”
“Girl ... your picture is on the cover.”
“ULP”
“You haven’t read it?”
“I don’t have a subscription.”
Connie jumped up and started going through a basket of mail. It was one of those tubs the Post Office used for excessive mail to one recipient. She was tossing letters everywhere.
“Ah ... here it is. The Buckskin Report. That IS you on the cover. You look like an indian.”
Wow ... I did.
“Mrs. Kop...”
“Katie, please.”
“Katie, I need to beg a little time. My ankle is killing me.”
“We can ship them?”
“I need the time away ... and I want some balsam fir poles.”
“Need the time away?”
“Finding out who I am.”
“That I can understand.”
“I’ll be out as soon as I can walk. But I need to make other calls.”
“They’ll be ready when you are.”
“That’s three Cheyenne eighteens. Right?”
“Cheyenne? You didn’t specify Cheyenne.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Let me look.”
She was off the line for about two minutes. While I waited, I asked Connie about the price Mr. K was asking.
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