If you think it is easy to stay off grid and just get on with your daily life, think again. In all my life, I’ve never seen, nor dealt with, so much authority. How can a little ole’ lady be in so many wrong places at the wrong time with in such a short span of time and be innocent of any wrong doing?
Let me take you to the beginning of this authoritarian surplus. I decided to leave our beautiful Olympus camp and return to town and the internet in order to search for the perfect vehicle. I had been staying at a friend’s house when, across the street a family living, illegally, in a camper were being told they have to vacate immediately. It seems, after several months, a neighbor reported their living situation to the police. Not only were they told they had to leave, but the “guests” of several surrounding properties were told the same. We’re talking some very upset people.
One woman showed up with a gun in search of the person filing the complaint. She had been living in her sister’s back yard for six years and wanted revenge. The neighbor she approached did some double talking to help her realize he wasn’t the culprit so she left looking for the property owner. So far, not to be heard from again. (Fingers crossed)
That is the exact time I bought my 1981 Dodge Jamee, Huck the RV. Now I’m sure if Huck had been a brand new spanking motorhome there would have been no problem. But, because Huck has matured, we are now labeled as suspicious. However, I was not living in the motorhome and it was only parked as to ascertain the proper paperwork before I could hit the road. That didn’t curb the authority patrolling on a daily basis. So, to avoid any issues for my friend, I decided to wait out the time in the woods.
Everything was fine until….yep another set of crosshairs…..Some young person dumped their dirt bike and had to be helicoptered out of the woods. That brought the sheriff to my camp looking for a space large enough to land the flying fortress. Needless to say, he recognized me from an earlier conversation when I had been tenting. His logic was that I was no longer camping because of the motorhome and that meant I was now living in the forest. I tried to tell him I was leaving within the week but he wouldn’t hear it, I had to leave the woods.
So, I moved Huck to BLM land where I plan to leave within the week. Now comes the THIRD time I’m in the crosshairs! Just before dark I could hear shooting up the road from my spot. It didn’t sound like the earlier day’s target practice, more like hunting. Yes, I’m getting nervous because I grew up with hunters and have a good idea that, judging by the time of the day, they had probably been drinking as well. Not to imply all hunters drink, but the group was firing from the road and it was after dusk. Within the hour the “macho men” drove past my camp, rifles hanging out the windows. The next round of shooting happened just a short minute after their passing. Down the road from me is private property with homes, so I imagine the sheriff was called. I’m sure they too were feeling a bit nervous.
The shooting had ceased and I returned to the detective novel on my Kindle, which didn’t need a light on. There I was sitting in the dark when….you guessed it….the sheriff pulls up and shines his search light through Huck’s windows. Before I could react, he turned on his flashing lights and pulled out. Back on the radar! I’ll let you know if/when he returns.
I’m now playing cat and mouse with the local sheriff department due to the inept paperwork passing between my doctor’s office and the insurance company and sitting in no-man’s land. I had planned on being long gone over a month ago, but the doc just added another three weeks to my detention before he will release me. That will surpass any allowable time on BLM land as well as the forestry department.
Trying to save every dime possible to put toward “Cowgirl Up” and “Huckleberry Ramblings,” web series isn’t as easy as it would appear. What’s a girl to do?
Pushing forward, my Huckleberry Friends, the ups and downs of this journey are getting interesting. Next time I’ll have to tell you about some of the people I’ve met in the woods. You will be shaking your heads, I promise.