Making up Stories – Riveted

K-dubs and the Po-Po

Laura Domela — Fri, 15 Apr 2016 22:50:14 +0000

This morning when I picked up my iPhone, I saw that I had a text from a friend and concerned blog reader, after yesterday's post. If you aren't caught up, read that post here first, and then come back.

She agreed to let me share our text conversation here, keeping her anonymous…I offered, she didn't ask.

Her: Hey. You could have some company this morning.

Me: What, who? Where are you?

Her: Well….I called the San Juan Sheriff's office and let them know they may want to check out that little hideaway.

Me: I think they already are checking out this little hideaway. That's what I think these guys are doing…monitoring this cove.

Her: So you think they are good guys?

Me: No judgment on good or bad, but I do think they are probably law enforcement, stationed in the lighthouse, watching the cove for suspicious activity.

Her: Well…the sheriff didn't seem to know about it if they are…but they did ask for your blog.

Me: Oh good. Now the sheriff is going to read my post.

Her: He did read the post. While I was on the phone with him.

Me: Awesome. What did he say?

Her: Thanked me for calling…took all my contact info…asked for the name of your boat…and said he would phone it into the marine unit.

Me: Well if this is all legit they're gonna think I'm a total troublemaker.

Her: That's why I gave you the heads up….

Me: Um, thanks?

Her: BTW, I don't think the popo are going to think you're a troublemaker. What if you just broke up an international trafficking ring???

Her: You're going to be a hero…

Me: It certainly makes for a weird state park experience here.

Her: …you'll prob get an award or something…

Her: …get on 60 minutes…

Her: …maybe even meet the President…

Me: You're such a dork.

Me: Remember, the San Juan Sheriff AND the Coast Guard were sitting in boats RIGHT in front of the lighthouse watching us as we arrived. The guys at the lighthouse have to be part of the whole thing. This is a very small island.

We left our mooring ball in Active Cove right in here somewhere, opting not to go hike back out to the lighthouse before leaving. Here are some sleepy sleepy seals on Little Patos as we exited the cove:

Meanwhile, the text conversation continued.

Her: I had my whole team [at work] read about it this morning.

Me: What did they say?

Her: They all think u are wise to get out before gunfire erupts. They can't believe you stayed there overnight.

Me: There was another boat. And it's a state park. (And we were surrounded by law enforcement who watched us come in and didn't tell us to leave or anything. If there was something dangerous going on, you'd think they'd have sent us away.)

As we continued on, we spotted some black dots in the water about a mile away. We got out the binocs and learned it was the group of 10 kayakers we'd seen arrive in Shallow Cove the morning we left. They were headed toward Patos Island.

Me: There are 10 kayaks headed to Patos now from Sucia. Kayak campers.

Her: Or…drug runners disguised as kayak campers.

Me: Right. Or that. At least they know how to dress the part…unlike the lighthouse cops.

As we made our way closer to Orcas Island, I was certain we'd be intercepted, but we weren't. We only saw one other boat and it was a police boat, but they never came toward us. At first I was a little freaked out that the San Juan Sheriff's Department read my post and might be passing it along to other law enforcement agencies, etc., but now I figure if they're trying to discourage illegal activity near the border, then having some blogger with 45,000 followers writing about how the place is teeming with all flavors of law enforcement would be a total bonus for them. (You're welcome, guys!)

p.s. We looked for more orcas today on the cruise. Nothin. Party's over folks.

Making Up Stories – Episode 4

Laura Domela — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 22:11:52 +0000

Actually, I think I'm going to let you guys make up your own story for this one. I just don't think there's anything I can really add.

The Screaming Fifth Wheel Next Door

Laura Domela — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 16:33:58 +0000

Parked next door to our trailer here at Candlestick RV Compound there’s a large (but not large enough) fifth wheel. For the first two days we didn’t see anyone there, but the night before last the owners returned. I’ve been working here most of yesterday and today, and all I can hear coming from that trailer is a kid screaming, pounding, and yelling “Moooommmmmyyyyyy!!!!!!” over and over 50,000 times. I never hear the mother. (Perhaps she escaped on foot?)

I can feel the thumping on their probably brown-carpeted fifth wheel floor as it travels from the little girl’s stomping feet/pounding fists/whatever the heck she’s doing in there as it travels through their tires, across the concrete, and through the Airstream’s tires and to where I’m sitting.

Today their truck is gone, and I assume it’s only the kid (I think it’s a girl) and the mother in there. This morning I started to wonder if maybe the kid is a burn victim and they just brought her back from the hospital and are treating her inside before they head back to wherever the live, while the husband is out shopping for more bandages. If so that’s a sad story and I shouldn’t be annoyed by the noise, I know.

But probably, she’s just an annoying little misbehaved shit.

(Posted by Laura)

Making Up Stories – Episode 3

Laura Domela — Thu, 24 May 2012 13:24:15 +0000

Well. Here it is. Sometimes you don't have to make up a story at all. You just arrive at a campground and there's a present waiting there for you.

Down a few spots from us, is this:

Here's a zoomed in view of the top (are those laser guns??):

The back of the bus has some information taped to it (and, it was once a S.W.A.T. vehicle):

According to the sign on the bus:

"THIS BUS IS A MOBILE LAB FOR RADIOACTIVE CONTAMINATION ELIMINATION. THE RADIATION FROM THE ONGOING JAPAN DISASTER IS ACCUMULATING HERE. BETWEEN THE PACIFIC AND THE CASCADES. MORE INFO ON THE INTERNET: www.enenews.com." I can't read more in this photo (and I forgot what the rest says) besides the name JOHN HUTCHISON, but basically, it's this guy: John Hutchison.

From Skepdic, on "The Hutchison Hoax":

The Hutchison hoax is named after an eccentric Canadian, John Hutchison, a fan of Nikola Tesla and Tesla coils. Hutchison claims to have discovered a number of weird things, such as the levitation of heavy objects and the fusion of metal and wood by forces heretofore undetected by normal scientists. Hutchison calls these weird things "the Hutchison effect." Some of the things he calls weird seem to be explainable in terms of electromagnetism and other known physical forces, but he has more mysterious explanations, such as zero point energy and electromagnetic fields that cancel out gravity. Unfortunately, he seems to be the only one who can produce the effects, but not even he can replicate them—at least not in the presence of unbiased observers. His evidence consists mainly of his word and his videos. Read more.

From his website:

"Now that the government has destroyed his third laboratory, and again taken his home from him, where did John end up with his tiny fixed income and boxes of his broken dreams? A German research team gave him enough seed money to take his whole show on the road with his new wife Nancy. As John travels the U.S.A. in his newly converted S.W.A.T. bus, he treats polluted waters of the gulf with the Hutchison Effect and researches different possible pollution solutions from his mobile command center."

And lastly, these are his instructions for cleansing the environment of the radiation here on the West Coast (or anywhere else) from the Fukushima disaster in Japan:

HAM RADIO OPERATORS
TUNE INTO the
ULF bands at 16 kilohertz
VLF bands at 19 kilohertz to 400 kilohertz and then into the
HF bands at 4 megahertz starting at 2 mhz to 18 mhz then at up to 27 mhz
there will be lots of side carriers

The RF effects are also in the X band region
the regions of the solar flux index and
hydrogen bands
these are 21 to 24 centimeters
broad banded

CAPTURE THIS and use AM and USB and lower SB to
RETRANSMIT and set up a RELAY

The frequencies can also be received by
RF MODULATED LASERS and TESLA COILS
Tesla coils will do a lot on there own,
plug them in and they will recieve and tranmit

and if any folks have IMPULSE GENERATORS or RF GENERATORS
feed the signal into them and fire them off.

Ham Radio Operators
use phase shifting and other devices to get the frequencies out.

CB Radio Operators
If you can pick up the signal from John Hutchison, rebroadcast it. Do a CB SKIP.
We are working with sky waves, ground waves and interactions with a larger prime mover like the ionosphere, solar and geomagnetic fields and propagation. THIS IS SAFE!!!

EVERYONE ELSE
We used REBAR as antennas to capture the RF frequencies.
This worked in cleaning the ground around the rebar.
GET rebar and put in the ground.

Along with this use your mind for healing the earth and helping Japan.
This is called psychotronics.
All the above information and psychotronics are accepted sciences in the millitary industrial complex as well as noetic science teams.

Please participate.
Please help save the Earth.

With enough people capturing and relaying the frequencies, we may be able to create a SHIELD against the nuclear contamination.

WE ARE ALSO WORKING ON TWO OTHER FORMS OF TRANSMITTING THE FREQUENCY SHIELD…will tell you when we have those operating and what you can do to protect yourselves.

Oh yeah, and there's a low kind of electronic hum coming from the campsite, and an extension cord going from the bus up high into a tree (which we think is probably an inexpensive alternative for a shortwave antenna).

Also see: Episode 2 of Northern Mysteries, and Episode 1 of Beyond Invention.

Pret-ty interesting.

(Posted by Laura…with research help from Kevin)

The Flat Black People of Champoeg

Laura Domela — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 20:02:53 +0000

Flat Black Camper Guy has a relative: Flat Black Van Man.

(Posted by Laura)

Making up Stories – Episode 2

Laura Domela — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 23:37:50 +0000

Adding on to my earlier post Making Up Stories: Flat Black Camper Guy. He spent the night last night across from and a few spots down from us (and didn't just fill up his water tank, look around nervously, and leave — like we've seen him do many many times before).

I snapped a quick dramatic shot of him passing the camp host on his way out this morning (camp host coming in, Flat Black Camper Guy going out), thinking I might add it to my earlier story as a visual. But I'll just put it here.

I saw the head of a little dog (not the German Shepherd who rides in front) sticking out of the back window, so probably that's who he was yelling at the other time, and not, in fact, a prisoner. We've now seen him register two nights in a row, so I guess he's now a paying customer. Booooring.

Another story — when we pulled in the other day there was a pile of stuff about 6 feet x 6 feet x 4 feet covered with a huge tarp in the space next to us. No RV, no car. Just stuff and a big blue tarp. Eventually a single guy with a black dog returned to the site in an older model truck loaded with landscaping supplies and tree clippings, and the man carried a brand new boxed tent to the end of the paved parking pad and started unboxing and putting it together. It was a HUGE tent — a studio apartment-sized tent. We soon saw that underneath that tarp were boxes, crates, big plastic bins, a microwave, pots and pans, duffel bags, and a potted plant with no plant — just dirt — and a dog bowl and a frisbee for the dog. The man seemed happy and smiling and the dog seemed happy and smiling, and the man began setting up his HUGE tent while his dog watched. It took a while, but now he's completely moved in. The first night, he cooked outside on a camp stove, but it's been raining quite a bit so now the only things outside are the dog's frisbee, the dead no-plant, a pick axe, and a wadded up tarp under the picnic table. (What is that pick axe for?) The large tarp that was guarding the pile is now on top of the tent as a rain roof. Definitely a good call.

So what's his story? Is he not from around here and working locally and just needed a cheap place to stay for a couple weeks? Did his wife kick him (and his dog) out of their house and he's now apartment hunting during the day? When the weather is crappy, it's not easy to strike up conversation and find out the story. So for now, we'll just make some up.

(Posted by Laura)

Convicts with Chainsaws

Laura Domela — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 15:03:17 +0000

Yesterday morning as we were laying in bed, we heard a vehicle drive past. I popped my head up and looked out the window, curious if we were getting some neighbors.

Me: "It's the Sheriff. And some workers with shovels."

Kevin: "You know what that means. Everyone knows where those workers are from."

Me: "Great, now they know where we are."

Kevin: "Who? The Sheriff or the convicts?"

Remember when we mentioned before that we were the only ones here? Yeah. Well, now it was us and a van full of "workers".

Around noon we headed out to hike the waterfalls and we could hear chainsaws going on the other side of the campground.

Kevin: "So…convicts, with chainsaws?"

We had a nice two hour hike and as we were walking back into the campground, the Sheriff's van full of workers was pulling out, towing a small trailer piled high with cut branches and debris.

Me: "Hey, they're leaving."

Kevin: "Well, most of them, anyway."

Y'see how we are?

(Posted by Laura)

Making up Stories

Laura Domela — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 15:24:54 +0000

I do this thing sometimes, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, where I make up stories about people we see in campgrounds. Mostly it's only the people whose operation seems a little sketchy or mysterious. It doesn't help my imagination (or, it helps it, whichever way you look at it) that various camp hosts have shared stories with us about campground meth cookers, people dying in RVs, and other not-necessarily-sinister but odd situations… My natural tendency (thanks Mom!) is to imagine some crazy scenario to answer the mild questions posed by, for instance, the soggy little moss-covered trailer next door, where the two tiny dogs sleep in the cab of the truck, and the occupant(s)? leave every day after loading many black trash bags from the little trailer into the back of the truck (what is IN those bags?)

Or the flat black camper/truck combination that swoops nervously in and out of the park to fill a water tank each day and get out quick before anyone talks to him. I heard him yelling when he went inside the camper…maybe he's got a prisoner chained up in there. Or maybe he was just talking loudly to himself, because he overfilled the tank. See what I mean? I can't help it.

What about the couple in the huge red Peterbuilt motorhome with the American flag tacked across the grill? She, mid-60s probably, wearing a leopard print coat and white pants, black leather gloves, and large sparkly earrings…going for a bike ride? I know, I have zebra print towels… Is this my future?

Then there was the campsite full of people (maybe 5 of 'em, not counting the cats) who brought a truckload of shipping pallets and kept a pallet-fed fire going almost all hours of the day and night. They'd periodically disappear into their tents for hours though, probably to sleep off the effects of the hooch they were drinking from the Nascar foam cup cozies. Were they homeless? Skipping from one state park to another after snagging a load of pallets from that place behind the truck stop?

What about that one motor home with a little tiny dog door in the back that led to a little ramp out into a dog run? How nice for that dog…a yard! But then one day when we walked by, the dog run (with the ramp) was out at the campsite curb with a "For Sale" sign on it. Had the dog died? Or chewed the owner's favorite slippers? What happened? And then, the next day or so when we walked by again, the dog run was back attached, with the dog in it! Like nothing had ever happened.

All these things make me very curious.

(Posted by Laura)