Why yes, that was me! If I recall, I was doing my first top rope at Barney's Rubble; and both me and my partner Steve were slapped with a 100 dollar ticket by a ranger looking like santa clause. So, disheartened and ticket in hand, we drove down to Peshastin pinnacles where we were later that day, confronted by said ranger,and accused of running over government signs. He crawled beneath my beater hatchback civic, and said a couple scratches on the oil pan looked fresh, and that his forensic partners could come and corroborate that I was the perpetrator. A week later he called and apologized to my parents, after apprehending the culprit.
Were you that older gentleman giving us sage council? Thanks for reminding of this story. Yeah, I'll never forget that one.