June 27, 2022 (part 3)

In the time i have been here at this one site, i have had 3 vehicles make their way in. All men. The first of which were two young respectable looking guys that waved, turned around and left. Several days later, a man around 60 or so arrived with a

rumplestiltskin beard and a pistol on his belt. I was on the opposite side of my rental car milking the little bit of shade my vehicle offered.After considering how this situation could present itself, I slowly stood up and looked through the window to the other side. He had tied his dog to one of the handles on his jeep with his back to me. I watched him kick around the grass a bit but didn't want him to know my gender and that i was out here alone, so better to be unseen. He should have done as the other folks. I have marked my spot here, i thought, you best git on down the road. It raised my hackles that his camp site etiquette was not in line with mine. After a long 5 minutes, he untied his dog, loaded him up and drove on. Not 15 minutes later, i heard another engine coming my way. It's him again, i thought. Nervous for real, this time, i pocketed the pepper spray, only to see a different guy. He was in an oversized pick up truck. He pulled up with an abrupt halt, dust flying able to view me from my perch.I couldn't tell if he was challenged or drunk but his words came out all strung together annihilating any syllables.

The best i could make out was "I guess I'm too late, " and, "You got a good spot here." "I guess so" and "Thank you", i returned. That was it. He didnt mind driving across the circle, flattening the cacti and wildflowers. Lordy. Everyone's carrying out here and that's just not my cup of tea, but i can't help but think my odds are becoming more frightening as far as steering clear of these dudes. There are an abundance of half wit idiots with the means to do harm in our country. My Queena has been alerting me, as soon as i'm in range, to ongoing news events in our sad twisted country while the horrors unfold. The handmaids tale come to fruition. I am angered and saddened by every bit if it and this part of the world where i struggle, is all for it. I am lost to being temporarily displaced politically in search of pristine air.