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This was around four years ago, and took place in Mendocino National Forest. Anyone from this region of California knows that there's a whole lot of tweakers, and these tweakers like to spend time innawoods. I've usually not had any problems, but let's just say I wouldn't want to be a solo woman out there. However, it's a gorgeous forest and if you know where to look you can find solitude. Pictured is the airstirp north of Lake Pillsbury from a different trip to this forest.
I was deep innawoods with a buddy of mine I'll call David. We were camped off of a dirt road way off the beaten path, and we'd had to creep up it real slow. It was around 1 am and David was getting ready for bed in the tent while I stowed some gear in the truck, which was between me and the road at the moment, with the tent behind me. I paused, thinking I was hearing something. It sounded like an engine and really squeaky shocks. A little unnerving at 1 am this deep innawoods, but I thought to myself that it's public land, and if people want to do hoodrat shit out here in the middle of the night then they've got a right to.
My attitude towards whoever these people were changed pretty quickly when I spotted them. They were creeping up the road, lights out, towards our camp. Instinctively, I turned off my headlamp just before they came around the bend into the clearing where we were, and just watched them from behind the truck. My rifle was leaning up against the wheel. I hear David go "what the fuck?" inside the tent, and start shuffling around, no doubt looking for his pistol. At this point I'm at about defcon 2. If someone pulled up on me with their lights on, I might have been a little more charitable, but the fact that they rolled up on me lights out in the middle of the night was setting off some alarm bells.
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