Woke up it was pitch black and during the night another camper arrived in an actual vehicle so I wasn’t concerned that they would eat me à la the Hills Have Eyes. I like leaving early as that means I arrive the same. Giving me time to organize the day and relax.


Problem with being early is oftentimes park isn’t open. Not a. If deal I filled up tank it’s only 5.60 gallon grabbed a gas station breakfast burrito and relaxed in parking lot reading a book.
Joshua Tree National Park is kinda unusual compared to others. While due to geology it’s kinda isolated but due to geography it’s also right on the edge of civilization. Walmart is less than ten minutes away. Usually at parks it’s gas station food but here you’ll find something almost anything no more 10 minutes drive time.

Okay I’ll begin by saying this is all my fault. No one else to blame but me I should have known better.
I get to camp set up it’s early and while only doing short it’s to the trailhead and back just see the area and it’s groovy.


Check things out and back to camp. I’m walking so I get to see bunches and perhaps meet a neighbor or two. My sister says I’m naive and too trusting. She’s absolutely correct.
On my way back at the water station to fill up RVs septic system and the like I spy a gentleman with a pickup getting water. He’s older and I asked if he’d like some help. I should have had tongue amputated years ago but as I didn’t he answered.
Damn right you can and then started going on bout a recent B52 crash(not being a plane guy I didn’t know they we’re still flying) and how his wife could have told them it was going too just like they could have told em the space shuttle challenger was going too because they knew what was really going on. This is the moment I should have stabbed myself and said i needed to get bandaid. I did not.
He then went on a rant bout a bisexual he knew that could only be with 250-300 lbs women. No clue how this came up or sleeping with heavy women makes you bisexual but I wasn’t asking. I’m a slow learner but once there I come around.
He then asked if I knew that the local town council are all homosexual cumdupsters(his words). I replied that I didn’t I’m from Missouri. As he was telling me the proclivities of local politicians his truck bed was bleeding water which I pointed out. It happens all the time and lifted camper shell window where there was a plethora of tanks, bottles, anything to hold water. H wasn’t as much of a camping neighbor as a pilfer of septic water.
He moved hose to another container and started filling again. While going on about skunkworks (a secret division of Lockheed I’m told) and how they been poisoning water with uranium since the 50s. I didn’t mention if poisoned his pilfered water probably was as well. Again slow to get that he’s loopy but once I knew I thought better than to bring it or anything up as it would be part of some conspiracy.
For telling him his truck was bleeding he offered me a Budweiser “I stopped drinking but thanks”. His reply “ I don’t drink anymore…course I don’t drink any less that’s an old air force joke “ I didn’t have heart to tell him while it’s old I don’t think the Air Force could lay claim to it.
He asked if I had ever seen (I could make it up but don’t have to as he said it) The Hills Have Eyes? Yes and was just thinking about it last night. “That’s no coincidence “. It’s this area all the folk here are full of that kinda poison”. I wanted to ask if he knew what a coincidence was because he pretty much gave me a perfect example.
He took me to the back of truck where I admired the bumper stickers. “Love you stickers my I take picture I’ll understand if no?
Go ahead his reply and I did.


“It’s getting late I have to get cleaned up for the evening “
“You do and have a good evening watch out for some people around here remember contaminated with uranium” “ thank you and I will it’s only bottled water for me from now on “. To my car I went which was out of his line of site. Bout 20 minutes later he found me and wished me a good evening again.
Yup only bottled water for me.
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