Sometime Saturday evening, Scout the Wonder Dog will unleash his Mighty Bark to warn of the approach of a dangerous and weird looking woodland creature.
That will be Caveman coming down the trail.
Eyewash and brain bleach may be in order, pack accordingly.
Update on my interaction with uniformed representatives of the Yankee Gummint:
The HBIC called me back yesterday---while I was in the can, and left a message to call him back, even though the message I left with him fully explained that all I needed to know was whether or not we'd be engulfed in flame and smoke during our camping trip. I called him back almost immediately but got his machine (or whatever passes for a machine in this electronic age). I left another message and made several more calls with only the machine answering. This was on a Friday afternoon. We'll see how it works on a Monday morning.