Rattling Timbers

The usual sixteen mile bicycle ride into the Osceola National Forest. This evening, on McClosky Avenue, Formerly Still Road, I pass these three non English speaking souls. Their minivan is stuck in the woods. They do not know who to call. One of the ladies hands me her cell phone. I call the LCPolice Dept, they tell me this is out of their jurisdiction. They patch me through to CCSheriff dept. I tell them, two ladies and a male Mexican are stuck out of McClosky Road, can you send out a tow truck? The dispatcher does not know where this road is, which is about a mile from the Sheriff Department. After finally getting through to her where this location was, she said she would send a deputy out. Good thing this was no emergency.
I told the three non English speaking souls that help was on the way. As I made my way toward US90, this nearly four foot Timber Rattler slithered onto the side of the road. I stopped and got as close as I could, taking this photograph with the three non English speaking souls in the background.
The Timber Rattler had the cold, white beaded eyes that said, Don't tread on Me! This English speaking male needed no translator to understand the universal language of the Timber Rattler.