I should’ve known there was a catch.
Andy Crump contacted me not long ago and asked if I would write a story for the Northwest Trail Alliance newsletter. As you may know, Crump has moved to high mucky-mucky status with NWTA in recent months and has begun believing that he resides in a much loftier social stata than the rest of us – which partly explains why the loser has refused to clean Frosty Balls, a trail he adopted.
I thought if I contributed a story Crump might actually step up and take care of the maintenance work he has repeatedly “forgotten” to deal with.
It didn’t work out that way.
I knew Crump was morally compromised and only marginally competent. He’s in sales – Do I need to say more? But I never expected him to resort to the kind of low-life behavior that would qualify him for a job with the Penn State football program.
Crump read the story, told me he liked it. Yesterday, it came out in the NWTA newsletter – with Crump listed as the author.
I hadn’t seen the alleged “mistake” when I received an urgent email from Crump, who was attempting to sell the excuse that the boneheads in the NWTA IT department had somehow gotten their wires crossed.
The only good news is that GGR people know Crump. And for that reason, they they believe he wrote the trail gnome story the same way they would believe Glen Beck if he claimed to have written Hamlet.
The worst thing about it is that this is like deja-vu all over again in terms of my dealings with NWTA.
Several years ago, I was one of about 15 GGR members who worked on the 230A Trail at South Coldwater. The day before we were up there, one guy from NWTA and another from Evergreen Mountain Biking Alliance, spent a small amount of time on the 230A, accomplishing very little.
Our crew kicked ass and cleaned the entire thing to the back end of the lake. The following week, stories popped up on the Internet – “NWTA and Evergreen – along with some people from Growlers Gulch – cleaned the 230A Trail.”
It’s a bitch when your naivety leads you to have your work co-opted. Trust me, it won’t happen again, Crump!