About 45 minutes outside of
Las Vegas there is a little piece of heaven on earth,
Primm, Nevada, home of the Desperado Roller Coaster. In 1996 the Desperado was listed by the Guinness World Records as the world’s tallest roller coaster. It is a tradition of mine to pay homage to the 8
th wonder of the world whenever I am around Vegas, and this time through I rode it solo.
A roller coaster is quite symbolic of the ups and downs of tent life. It was a great way to open the next chapter of my tent life in Southern California.
I would’ve spent all day on the Desperado, but I had to get back on the road and to the campsite before nightfall. It is well advised to set up camp before the animals of night begin to prey, especially cougars. Down in the Southwestern United States (specifically Vegas, Scottsdale, and Southern California), there are many cougars on the prowl; they thrive on innocent and unsuspecting young adult men. I have yet to have been attacked by a cougar, but have friends that have barely escaped horrific encounters.
Once I arrived in Huntington Beach I immediately contacted Big Tent. He had acquired some pristine property at a house full of 10 dudes; they were willing to let me tent squat on their roof, they liked the idea of another dude living on their roof in a tent. I made it to the roof with an hour left of daylight, more than plenty to set up camp. What I found was tent heaven – I had perfect camping weather and a view of the sunset on the Pacific.
View from the front tent door
Camp California - That cooler was my kitchen. I love America.
I soon became acquainted with the chief of this tribe of dudes. His name is Kui, and he taught me the ways of Southern California as I taught him the ways of tent living. Kui soon relinquished his former lifestyle by selling his rental contract and purchased a luxurious 15 man tent to join me on the roof. We began to establish a tent empire on the top of the roof; we envisioned a new society of tent dwellers with whom we could revolutionize society.
Me and Chief Kui at the Tent Majal
We put my tent inside his tent...
However, Big Tent and I began to see that destiny had a different idea for us. Big Tent also wanted to make the conversion to tent life, but had the foresight that tent life could not sustain itself – we needed some cash flow to support the lavish lifestyles of tent life. We began brainstorming and plotting on how to develop a supplemental source of income. Our idea soon developed and we knew that we needed to head north to Utah to lay the foundation of our business empire (We will provide details of such endeavors in further chapters of this saga).
I was only in California for a month before it came time to pack up and head north. I wish I could’ve stayed there forever, but I knew where my tent belonged. Our timing could not have been better. Shortly after our departure, El Niño made a visit to Southern California and demolished Kui’s tent. He remains a tent refugee to this day; my heart goes out to him.
El Niño
Tent Devastation - Kui's tent was completely collapsed in the wake of El Niño
It may have been better for Big Tent and me to remain in Southern California and fight the wind and rain, we were headed to more treacherous territory in the winters of Utah. We weren’t sure if we could survive the blizzards, polygamists, and the abominable Snowbabes….