Lots of side by sides out here. Racing in and out of the trail next to us.
We’ve only gotten “dusted” once.
An old man came by and ran right between our cones. And when he left the trail on his way back, he sat and spun his tires. So we would get up nice taste of the desert.
Some people are just mean.
Then we had a few teenagers come by and parked their car right in front of my rig. Get out and walk down the road a bit only to return to their car, and Marlene turned on her car and her bright lights to tell them they were not wanted here.
But I have gotten the best sleep here that I have gotten in months.
When the locals all go home, it is very quiet.
Happy trails.
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