Okay... now we know what you were DOING... but what were you THINKING? You are the Governor of a state. There are only 50 of you at a time... did you not reasonably suspect someone might notice that you up and wandered off? And somehow hiking the Appalachian Trail sounds like a reasonable excuse? Why not just transfer power like a big boy and go away on your trip? Had you done that, probably nobody would have cared.
How do these freakazoids keep getting elected?
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The Governor of South Carolina decided that he needed to take a little break because he lost a rather heated debate with the congressional representatives for the state over whether or not the Obama Economic Stimulus funds would be accepted. So, like the responsible elected official he is, he ditched his security staff and left... without telling anybody where he was going or for how long he would be gone or transferring power to the Lieutenant Governor. He apparently did say something to someone on his staff about possibly going hiking on the Apalachian Trail, but didn't bother to mention any of this to his wife either.
Instead, he packed his car full of camping gear, drove to the airport, and got on a plane for Argentina to see his girlfriend for a week. He must have caught the news and heard that everyone was wondering where he is, so he flew back to Atlanta to try to avoid the media, but some reporter got a tip that he was going to be there and she waited for him to get off the plane so she could ask him some questions. He of course said he was going to go hiking, but decided at the last minute to do something more "exotic"... claimed he was alone and was taking a drive on the coastal highway. Upon further research it was reported that the "coastal highway" in Argentina is only like 2 miles long and takes about 4 hours to get to from the airport. With that story falling apart around him too, he admitted that he went to see the girlfriend. What a dufus!
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