After crossing the Canadian border, we head to Winthrop, WA. We found this great, free camping site, the only problem....... "Gerry".
So, we were justing finishing dinner and an old truck pulls up. It's pulling a beat up trailer loaded to the brim with junk. At first, I think it's a ranger or something, but as soon as I approach the vehicle, I realize it's an entirely different situation. "Gerry", starts asking about the camping area and if it's safe. He then proceeds to tell me he has a gun, his dog is unsafe off the chain, asks if I have any drugs, shows me his malformed wrist from a nasty break, and how he fishes using electricity. The breaking point was when he got out of his truck to show me how he fought some Mexicans in Spokane. As if in slow motion, Gerry slowly gets out, and towers over me at 6 feet 6 inches.
Although he probably meant no harm and was just odd and lonely, I envisioned myself rolling around on the dirt fighting for my life with my family a few feet away. So I rudely interrupted Gerry in the middle of his demonstration of him pile driving a poor Hispanic man and told him I had to go and it was nice to meet him.
We decided to pack up and find a new spot. I was in such a rush, I drove over our leveling blocks! Watch the video for more.