Upon arrival, Tony greeted us with a warm smile and the comment of “don’t worry, the site is empty because I’m kind of an a** hole”. We thought it was a little weird but we like late night adventures into the dark so we followed him willingly to his dilapidated junk yard he calls a camp ground.
At the junk yard... sorry... camp ground, there was a helicopter circling overhead with its spotlight on. Keith, after assuring he’d willingly head canoe any intruder by using his special expertise as an Army Ranger, decided to give us a safety brief about the dangerous reptiles in the desert that could harm us. I learned that if I tried to molest a side winder snake I’m an idiot and deserve to die. Fair enough, but weird flex. After a short conversation about he planned on pushing the Yakuza off his land and getting the rest of the property we were warmly settled in. Our view of the Pooh covered porta potty and the trash pile of baby diapers were nicely augmented by the aroma of the nearby marijuana farm. Ah, the serenity.
We had a nice conversation going when Tony came barging through the site, telling the sherif on the other end of his phone that he intended to kill a guy who might be tress passing on his site. I was just feeling blessed to be a part of it all. About an hour later we heard around 10 gun shots... now the party was started. After getting a restful sleep we woke up to the rest of the property that was lit by the warm morning sun. This included abandoned grills, an RV, a harem of peacocks a rogue German Shepard and the rest of the props from Mad Max. Anyways, we won’t come back, unless it’s to become the main character on a murder podcast episode, but it was a great experience either way. Thanks Tony.