Yesterday, I was sitting in my car in camp. This time there was a blue and white helicopter instead of the yellow one. It circled in my area about 4 times, plus a wider circling of camp in general.
There were people on top of the hills surrounding the camp.
I sincerely felt like a sitting duck.
I mentioned it to the security folk in camp. He said that it was their people. But when I went up the road a ways, I saw a black Fed vehicle with people getting into it (that were on one of the hill sides).
Then I saw several police vehicles at an auxiliary camp.
Then I saw not one, but two armored vehicles coming down the road followed by more police and sheriff vehicles.
Then I saw a convoy — yes, a convoy — of five sheriff SUVs and an unmarked sheriff van barreling down the interstate. I think they were from Grand Forks, about 189 miles away.
The Native folk think I’m a Fed. I don’t know if it’s because of my friend, the FBI agent, or just because I look like a repub (not dressing like a hippie, I guess?) Otherwise, a man who admits he once worked for Big Oil as a dirt mover and has a *best friend* who is a Special Ops but he acts all aggressive…like every provocateur ever has…
And the Dark Side thinks I’m a terrorist for wanting unpolluted water, air, and soil.
It’s a sad predicament.