Oh lawd.

Flying cross-country to BMT early-early one morning, we had just left the top of a lovely cloud deck that BonBon surfed/skied for about 20 minutes. I almost climbed out on the sumbitch it was so nice.

Anyway, ground clouds go away, we're at maybe 500 feet. Sparse low woods, sorta like Ia Drang area but a little more open and more hilly. There they are.

Herd of elephants. Pink.

I saw them, then I decided that I didn't see 'em. I clammed up for about five minutes, then I said, sorta slow, "Uhh... anybody see that?"

Silence.

Finally, Eggy says, "Uhh... see what?" Like a minute or two later he says this, by the way.

Silence. (Except for the whop whop whop...)

Finally I say to myself, "Screw it." Or some such thing. And I say, "Elephants. Effing elephants. Anybody see the effing elephants? The effing PINK ones? Hah??"

Then they all start with the, "GEE-zus. I thought I was on a bad trip, man. They were pink, weren't they??" Stuff like that.

We found out after we got to Ban Me Thuot, the wallows around there had sorta red mud, turned the elephants sorta pink. They said Chuck used 'em to haul cargo. I dunno. I do know I wasn't gonna shoot no elephants. Especially pink ones.

Sheesh. Pink freaking elephants.

Bob