Update. We made it to the A51 back gate. As advised, the fed in the white pickup on the hill watched us, as soon as we were nearby, the lights came on and he moved into position. We left hastily, as my lady got anxiety.
as we left, I completely forgot what time it was. We managed to time this perfectly, a friend told me that people leave a51, through that gate, around 5pm. He said it's usually a large, white school bus with tinted windows and some device antenna thing on the bottom.
as we neared the 375 highway, I joked "imagine if the white truck appeared behind us in our dust trail?!"
I kid you not, as we slowed, there were not one, but TWO vehicles following us out. we were the only ones on this dirt road the whole time.
my lady expressed to know the plan. I said, "if it's the guard truck, we are not moving. Since, if they want us, they'll get us. Even the mighty rental Q50 (TTV6!) can't our run the feds."
We waited. To my surprise, out of the dust emerges... a broke ass 2000's Jeep Cherokee?!? Missing paint in large quantities. I rolled down my window, figuring this was somebody that I had somehow missed at the gate. I wave, he doesn't even look. Guy behind the wheel appeared to be a scientist, judging by his clothes and glasses and hair. He blew the stop sign and was GONE.
we waited for vehicle #2. Up rolls a white, 2005 ish Tahoe. Four regular joes inside. They too did not stop to conversation (most ufo/conspiracy types like to chat) But upon closer inspection there were things amiss. The four inside were very, ordinary. Too ordinary. Four "regular" men emerge from a dirt road leading to an ultra secret military test operation? They made the corner, again blowing the stop sign. As they turn, that's when it hits... the back of the Tahoe (with regular street plates) has a fleet number (2059) on the lower corner. Huh?
we tail them all the way back to the 375/93 turn off. Took the license plates down (932 UJZ). The wife runs the plates. Nothing odd, except that there are zero transaction reports with dmv. Ever.
At the turn off, they are in front, no turn indicators active. They turn left, we go right, I figure "welp, here's where we part ways." NOPE! They juke us like a Nissan! They instead head straight into the ET jerky parking lot. A large man gets out and quickly hustles to his maroon compact. I flip a bitch in the the road (safely). Pull into the parking lot. The three men left in the Tahoe drive by and give us some raised eyebrows. They peel out of the lot and floor it, banging limiter. The large man in the maroon compact has already begun exit as well, but stares us down as he exits 93 toward Caliente, NV.
the wife and I, are shocked. We just tailed employees from the Fabled Paradise Ranch. They immediately knew something was up. This wasn't happenstance. How many of us can say we've SEEN employees from there? Good journey back to the hotel. Great adventure. Oh, and the Infiniti was So-So.
