The Sherriff Said No

...and so did the Forest Ranger, and the Game Warden, and some fucking good samaritan.
Why? Because I wanted to cross a fucking bridge that was a tidy bit flooded. I told the sherriff that I went through more water without the privelege of a bridge. That's right I drove over a beaver dam, but that's another story. Then the forest ranger/ wannabe structural engineer says that the bridge is currently under great paralell load from the raging river and it's not safe to pass right now. I'm starting to get pissed because it was late in the day, I had been moving apartment all day, and I had already gone through the water 8 times that day and this was my lask pick-up load. I told them that except the part about being pissed. They told me that I had to turn back. Did I mention that my new apartment was about 1/2 mile passed said bridge? So I had to turn around as the Game Warden proceded to grab the road flooded sign from the side of the road. He walked to the middle and assumed the official law enforcement "Halt Stop" position, which from the proper angle looks like they are taking a mean shit. So I finished my 7 point turn. (Fucking people parked their cars all around to watch the river) I then stopped at a local gas station, rolled up a huge joint and continued on for my 40 mile reroute. Suddenly I didn't care anymore.