We have moved from the inner city to the mountains. We do not miss the homeless with their shopping carts, the con artists, and the congestion of humanity in the city. But here in the country there are other reasons to be wary of our fellow humans.
We were driving around exploring the back country. It is beautiful and vast. Here are a few shots of the area.
We love to see how people live in this fire zone. They seem to build as if there is no threat for tomorrow. But there are areas cleared of brush around the houses. It is a gamble living in this area and I would be wary of living up some of the valleys with only one road out.
We saw a turn off and a sign that said Therapeutic Horse Ranch. Sounded interesting so we drove by and we were turning around at the dead end of the little dirt cul de sac when I thought I'd take this quick shot of the beautiful green mountain behind the ranch. My friend is nice to patiently stop so I can get a shot of things I find interesting.
Suddenly from just to the left in this picture a man appeared out of a driveway riding a golf cart contraption and he pulled up close, very close, to the window on the driver side.
"Do you always make a practice of trespassing on private property?' He snarled. His bald head, glazed eyes and aggressive manner were antagonizing.
We said we hadn't seen any signs except the one about the Therapeutic Horse Ranch and it had looked interesting.
"Well, it's there and you better get out of here. Now." He was glaring.
He had picked the wrong person to mess with as my friend is no stranger to trouble. But with me in the car he just wanted to get the hell out of there and we started to turn the truck around.
The golf cart turned too and came dangerously close. He started to yell at us to stop but my friend gunned the truck and peeled around him and out of there with a cloud of dust. The golf cart was in hot pursuit of us and we made it the short distance to the main road. We glanced on either side of the road and didn't see anything that said private property. As we took off onto the road the man in the golf cart was shaking his raised fist at us.
Humans. Geez. Sometimes I just want to be of another species. I am going to contact the Therapeutic Horse Ranch by email and tell them of the encounter. We could see the horses taking people around the fields and it looked so peaceful. I wonder if they know about this fellow across their road who is chasing people out of the area.
We took several more dead end explorations that day. As we bumped along one unpaved area a little rough looking house appeared with a fellow out in his yard talking on a phone. He waved! That was such a heartwarming thing. We waved back and on our way out of the dead end area we all waved again. So this story has a happy ending. I think.