Our neighbor in the campground just left. He is a man of apparently Asian descent. Nevada license plates. There was no one with him. He parked his camper, unhitched, and attached water and power. That's it. He never even dropped his support jacks. This doesn't matter, because he was rarely here.
He left for almost a whole day at a time. When he returned he ran inside his camper, and completely disappeared. That's it.
Today, he returned for one ziplock Baggie. That's all he did before leaving again. When he returned, he came out to the water supply and meticulously washed what appeared to be two static dryer sheets. He ran inside and stayed put.
He just came out, hitched up, and left. So we have a single guy, with no friends, out camping alone and doing suspect things. No music, no fishing gear, no cooking outside, No beer, nothing.
The author in me is off to the races. I told my wife he's in there dissolving a body to flush into the septic system when he leaves. Either that or his trailer is a mobile meth lab.
I know I'm camping, but I love blogging, and there is a pitiful WiFi signal. I observe and get ideas. I'm sure a visit with the Muse is coming soon.
Speculate with me people. What is this guy up to?
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