Unlike my brother Danny, who tried to get away from the police in Morgan in a car, Mark and I did it on foot. And we succeeded, whereas Danny failed (yes, we are so competitive we even compete in how deviant we can be!).
Mark, Mitch Johnson, and I went down to the same overpass I mentioned in my previous story about bedapping with Mark one night just to, well, mess around. We weren’t bedapping that night. I think we did play the bedapping game I described where you run down the off ramp, but with our clothes on. We were also running across the freeway and otherwise just messing around.
While messing around, a Morgan County Sheriff’s cruiser drove past on the freeway and must have seen us. We had heard that some people had called in complaints about kids at the overpass, so we were wary when we saw the cruiser go by, but we didn’t think much of it. However, a few minutes later, Mark came running under the overpass to where Mitch Johnson and I were and yelled at us to run up the side of the overpass and onto the freeway. The Sheriff’s cruiser had turned around in the canyon and was heading down the off-ramp. We ran to the top of the underside of the overpass, in between the two sides of the freeway, and hopped the fence. Just as we got over the fence, we saw lights coming down Old Highway Road. It was another Sheriff’s cruiser. They were trying to trap us. Here’s a map to illustrate:
The first one pulled up underneath the overpass and the deputy got out. The second one pulled up underneath the overpass on the other side and the other deputy got out. They started shining their flashlights around, but by that time we were already gone. We ran a short way up the on-ramp, cut across, then ran up through the trees and shrubs toward where Savage’s old house was (N 6300 W). We stopped right where the road turns and watched the two Sheriff’s deputies look for us. We probably watched them for about 20 minutes as they scrambled up the underside of the overpass and wandered around, trying to find us. They obviously had no clue about the lay of the land. They were never going to find us. We didn’t even need to walk along Old Highway Road to get home as we all knew about the connection to Robinson Lane. We eventually left, leaving the Sheriff’s deputies wandering around looking for the kids playing on the overpass.
