Approaching cautiously, I could hear the Celery Bog greeter bickering from inside his guard shack in front of the main trailhead. Please don’t come out, please don’t come out, here he comes. Is he going to allow me access today or just complain about my presence? Boy, he’s in a really bad mood today, I think I’ll just go somewhere else. Grumpy old House Wrens make bad greeters.