As I stood next to the trail debating where to leave my trinkets and nuts for the crows and other birds, a crew of collectors came through. It was a motley group. An older man went into the brush and pulled out a really nice desk chair. 

“You can’t take the chair, Sarge,” the man who I presume to be in charge told the older man. 

“Uh, I would suggest that you sit in the chair and have him push you,” I said. I added, “The chair doesn’t belong to anybody, if that’s your concern.”

Someone must have changed his mind because Sarge put his collection bag on the chair and made his way down the trail, more than happy with his discarded treasure.