You meet a lot of crazy people when you're a vagabond, but some some reason AdventureRon was the most pleasantly memorable. I was camping at the very large San Francisco hot spring trail head area, which is about 1/4 mile off the road and Ron pulled in right next to me though the area was real empty. At first I thought he was pretty rude, but he jumped out of his car and introduced himself in a very happy manner and was all "you want a beer?". He introduced himself as AdventureRon, so I said my name was Blue, just blue. So of course he called me "Just Blue". AdventureRon talked about himself in the 3rd person a lot "There is nothing AdventureRon likes more than an adventerous Road Trip; would you like a tour of AdventureRon's vehicle?" So of course I did, though it was just a pickup truck with a camper shell. His truck was crammed with all sorts of camping gear and he had to take it all out, and show me his gear with descriptions of every item. He put down a tarp first, and one time the pile fell over and some pots and pans fell on the ground and he really freaked out. It turns out AdventureRon really didn't like dirt and dust much. One time I called him Ron, and he was mildly upset, and instantly corrected me, "AdventureRon, my name is AdventureRon". He had done some modifications of his truck,of which he was particularly proud, like adding a copper coil on the underside of the hood so he could take a hot shower. He didn't know that the trail head area was for a hike to a hot spring, and when I told him he was ecstatically happy and thanked me for sharing "my little secret". The funnier thing about Ron, I mean AdventureRon, was when I asked him if he was hungry, and I offered to make us something to eat. "Absolutely, AdventureRon is starving and would love to share a meal with a fellow adventurer". So to make things real interesting, I made a fire real quick, and got a bag of tortillas out of my cooler, and held them up to the fire by folding the top over my index finger. I called it my heat shield tortilla method and I quickly toasted a couple tortillas, one in each hand. Then I added some beans and salsa which I heated in the can/jar by setting them near the fire. It was a real camping fast food experience. Well Adventure Ron was in Heaven. Even better though was that AdventureRon had some homemade salsa which he had been saving for a special occasion.  He of course described every ingredient; how it was homegrown in his garden, and then processed into select artisanal small batches. So we combined our food stocks and made exotic burritos combinations with tuna, and pineapple, and honey. AdventureRon's salsa was really top-notch, but AdventureRon's reaction was even better. He would take a bite of a burrito, and point at the burrito and say, "Umm, Hmm, Umm, Hmm, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Amazing, The Best". While eating he would walk around in a circle with an occasional Rain Man like dance, rocking back and forth. It Was Hilarious.