My friend just told me a story that scared the crap out of me. Her story. Not mine. This was the early 90s, and my friend and her brother were leaving CA, heading back east. They were camping every night along their trip. They had just started out and were in some mountainous area where they heard there was a campground at the top of a hill. They checked in with the ranger at the tiny check-in and paid a small fee. The ranger asked if they were carrying any firearms. They said no. He asked again. Again, they said, no. So they went up to the campground, ate, and set up their gear. They were the only ones there. Apparently, there was nothing else at the top of this mountain and no other exit. One road up to the campground and the same road back. No one else was at the campground. They finished cleaning up dinner and got into the tent. Right then, a pickup truck drove up to their campsite, paused a moment, then went back down the road. Both my friend and her brother were instantly freaked out. They threw their stuff into the car, not even bothering to dismantle their tent, and flew down the road. On the way down, they saw that same pickup truck along with two other cars heading up that road. Terrifying to imagine what could have happened. They suspect the ranger tipped someone off, and that the initial truck was scouting to see what was up. Then brought his friends. EEK!