Hard to say whether this is good or bad. I've had an ... interesting ... experience with a local there once:
In my boating years pre-ACC, I had the regular problem of having buddies back out of float trips, often at the last minute. We were planning a chill afternoon 9 mile float from Chambers Springs to Fishers Ford. Buddies wussed out, and I was still determined. Planned a "di-athelon" of chaining my bike to the fishers ford bridge, driving my boat to chambers springs, doing the float, swap bike chain to the kayak, bike back to chambers springs, and drive back to fishers for my boat. The last leg of the diathelon is where things got real ... interesting.
Round dusk, bout the time I was a few miles south of 412 on AR59, a SUV parked on a driveway (already pointed toward the road, not the house) turned on it's lights and got on the road behind me. Didn't think much of this at the time, but somewhere after I got on 244 I suspected this guy might be following me. Seemed even more a possibility when he pulled in right after me on CR 25. My instincts told me I might want to inform someone of my location just in case things went down. Called my dad, and by the time I got near fishers ford at the last T in the road, my exhaustion kicked in and I turned left instead of right.
Then the psycho creeper :twisted: rushed in, swerved his SUV sideways and blocked the road, got out, headed my way and made a motion to roll down my window.

I was still on the phone with my dad, and told him if anything he hears sounds remotely questionable to call authorities with my position immediately.
Psycho-creeper was a serious (expletive deleted). Started trying to question me as if he was police authorized. Maybe that behavior is a side effect of meth or other drugs. Drugs would probably explain this guy's paranoia and crazyness to follow a tired kayaker/mountainbiker on his way to pick up his boat.
I eventually explained my float/ride plans and said I just made a wrong turn as I was tired and it's dark. The guy eventually simmered down a bit (though he still remained a serious (expletive deleted). Somehow I kept a cool head through this all. Eventually a guy that lived nearby came out and wondered why psycho-creeper was blocking the road, and persuaded him to get out of the way. I pick up my boat and headed home. The whole situation really pissed me off.
Friendly boaters like us don't deserve this kind of treatment. Come to think of it, I probably should have turned in psycho-creeper meth-head in to the police.
Moral of this story - Not all people living near Fishers Ford are friendly and filled with southern hospitality. And ladies, you might want to carry some pepper spray, especially if you are leaving Fishers Ford at dark. This story is about 5 years old, and I hope psycho creeper meth head has moved on (or gotten help).
Short moral of the story: be careful and keep your eyes open!
Anybody else ever had anything like this happen to them at the Ford?
-Tony