As the visitors jumped down from the truck, the guard said: “Damn, same thing happened yesterday.” The truck was stuck, with the rear wheels spinning uselessly in the air.
“We know what we are doing, just let us do our job.” Not ten minutes later-whump!-everyone was thrown forward as the truck, with wheels in the ruts, ground to a halt, completely high centered. Just look for animals.” Another fifteen minutes later, there being no animals to observe, Lant mentioned again to the guard that driving in the ruts was a risk. “Don’t worry,” the guard replied, “the driver knows what he is doing. He mentioned to the guard that perhaps the driver should stay out of the ruts. As they drove along increasingly bumpy and rutted roads, Lant became concerned that the driver often had his wheels directly in the ruts. A guard carrying a vintage rifle was also in the back to protect them from any beasts they might encounter.
He and a few other visitors were driven into the park seated on benches built onto the back of a flatbed truck. Lant once visited a rather desultory game park.
