November 28, 2018, this follows my adventure from Florida to California, and I was holding up in my Pearce, AZ land awaiting my (now X) girlfriend Suzy to pick me up the following day.
Later this evening, there was a massive rainstorm, a temperature drop and snow when I woke up drenched.
If matters couldn't get any worst, then there was a dual bobcat encounter!
There is some gruesome footage of a ripped apart dead donkey which happened before I arrived. Was it an animal or Satanic cult?