• THE GROOM LAKE DESERT RAT. An On-Line Newsletter. Issue #1. Jan. 18, 1994.

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    THE GROOM LAKE DESERT RAT. An On-Line Newsletter.
    Issue #1. Jan. 18, 1994.
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    In this issue...
    FREEDOM RIDGE STATUS
    SOME VIEWPOINTS REMAIN UNTOUCHED
    FIELD TRIP A SUCCESS
    MEN IN BLACK VISIT RACHEL
    TRESPASSERS PLEAD NOT GUILTY

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    ----- FREEDOM RIDGE STATUS -----

    The popular public viewpoints into the unacknowledged Groom Lake
    base remain open at present. Although the Air Force has applied
    to BLM to seize this land, approval is no longer a certainty.
    "You can't fight the government," some people may say, and we
    would have concurred a few months ago, but substantial political
    opposition has begun to materialize recently from many different
    quarters. Aside from the environmental, UFO and anti-secrecy
    groups one would expect to be involved, opponents have found
    unexpected support in some Nevada state agencies and the brewing
    "Sagebrush Rebellion," a movement of local counties to take
    control of public lands. At the least, the AF will be forced to
    overcome significant hurdles before it gets the land. At best,
    some people hope to rout the Federal government altogether from
    lands previously controlled by BLM.

    From the Freedom Ridge and White Sides viewpoints you see what
    appears to be a large Air Force base beside a dry lake bed, with
    a very long runway, many large hangers and a virtual city of
    support facilities. Ten to twelve roundtrip 737 flights each
    weekday bring workers here from Las Vegas. No one seems to have
    any confirmable information about what is actually going on at
    Groom. The interesting aspect of this facility to most visitors
    is that the government in no way acknowledges its existence.
    Further satisfaction can be drawn from the intensive monitoring
    of nearby public lands by anonymous, heavily-armed security
    forces who watch all visitors closely. If you approach these
    dudes, they'll run away, but they always remain close enough to
    keep track of you.

    A public hearing on the land withdrawal is scheduled for Monday,
    Jan. 31, in Caliente, Nevada (about 2-1/2 hours north of Las
    Vegas), at 7pm in the VFW hall. In spite of the remote location,
    this event is already becoming a hot ticket among local Nevada
    land use advocates. Opponents have also requested a second
    hearing in Las Vegas so more people can attend. Although this
    request has not yet been granted, a Las Vegas hearing is looking
    increasingly likely and would probably take place in late Feb. or
    early March. Sparks will fly at both events: Caliente will
    probably be more of an in-state protest focusing on land use
    issues, while Las Vegas would probably focus on the Groom Lake
    base itself, including the alleged environmental abuses there and
    the justification for its continued "nonexistence."

    Even if things were to go amazingly well for the AF (which they
    are not), the viewpoints cannot legally be closed before the
    hearings take place. The land remains public until the seizure
    is formally approved, so anyone can come here until then to view
    the secret base. If you choose, you can even camp here for up to
    14 days without permission from anyone. The hike to Freedom
    Ridge takes 50 minutes, while four wheel drive owners can push
    all the way to the top on the newly marked "Freedom Ridge
    Expressway," a rugged cross-country track. You can park at the
    top with a bucket of popcorn and your special sweetie just like a
    drive-in movie. Nothing significant ever seems to happen at the
    secret base when people are watching, but if you and your sweetie
    are feeling cozy that shouldn't matter. (Please note, however,
    that making out within sight of the secret base is strictly
    against Federal law and is punishable by a fine of $5,000 and up
    to a year in prison.) Of course, you must be careful not cross
    the nearby military boundary, which is well-marked with signs and
    orange posts. (The maximum theoretical punishment for that
    offense is the same as for making out, although first time
    offenders are usually fined only $300 to $600.)

    ----- SOME VIEWPOINTS REMAIN UNTOUCHED -----

    The underlying reason for the proposed land withdrawal is that
    the AF botched its survey work for the huge Groom Range
    withdrawal of the 1980s. That action was also intended to hide
    the Groom base from public view by seizing a whole mountain
    range. Alas, they overlooked the more obscure hills now in
    question, effectively rendering the entire withdrawal useless.

    Could it be possible that, even with the current proposed
    withdrawal, the AF has botched the job once again? Reports
    continue to reach us of public viewpoints into '"51" that remain
    untouched by the current action. We won't publicize all of them,
    but it is sufficient to say that the AF cannot neutralize these
    locations without bursting the 5000 acre limit beyond which
    Congressional approval would be required. (The military would
    rather face a dozen Saddams than tangle with Capitol Hill.)

    Viewpoints we can talk about now are Badger Mountain and Tikaboo
    Peak. These are in the high cluster of peaks about 15 miles east
    of Freedom Ridge and just south of Hancock Summit. The climb is
    longer and more strenuous, but a recent visitor to Tikaboo Peak
    reports that you can see most of the Groom base from there.
    Distance is a problem: 25 miles vs. about 10 miles from Freedom
    Ridge, but having a high-quality telescope could help. The
    important thing proven here is that the AF is once again engaged
    in "government work," an incompetent, weak-kneed effort that does
    only half the job. If they are going to take any land at all,
    they should be required also to take Tikaboo and Badger peaks.
    This, in turn, would burst the 5000 acre limit and force the
    issue to be debated in Congress, where the voice of the people
    can be heard.

    ----- FIELD TRIP A SUCCESS -----

    About 25 people showed up on Freedom Ridge for the Jan. 15
    aviation field trip. Given that the plans came together only
    about 10 days before the event, this was a strong turnout. A
    wide array of civilian optical devices were turned on the base,
    allowing participants to see "the hairs on a gnat's ass," so to
    speak. Sweetman, Goodall, psychospy, Dr. Brown, Agent X, Rocket
    Scientist, The Cops and other fanatics and riff-raff speculated
    wildly about what was inside each of those big hangers and
    factory buildings, but no consensus was reached.

    The field trip coincided with the opening of the new "Freedom
    Ridge Expressway." In a scene reminiscent of a television
    commercial for Coors or Toyota, four sport-utility vehicles
    traversed the desert sagebrush to this remote hilltop location,
    where the occupants broke out their lawn chairs and would have
    drank beer if anyone had thought to bring any.

    Also in attendance, but trying desperately not to be noticed,
    were at least a dozen of the anonymous, camouflage-clad security
    dudes lurking behind rocks and Joshua trees at various locations
    on public and military land at least a mile away. The word on
    the street now says these folks work for the government
    contractor EG&G, not Wackenhut as once surmised. There were
    plenty of distant appearances by the ubiquitous white Jeep
    Cherokees, sticking out like beacons against the beige-and-brown
    landscape. Less obvious was a big beige van partially covered
    with cammo netting on public land about two miles from the get-
    together. On top of the van was a tower of some kind, about 5
    feet high. Our speculation is that it was a high powered range
    tracking video camera pointed our way. We waved and turned our
    own telescopes in that direction, and eventually the occupants
    packed up and slinked back across the border.

    Road sensors were also a popular tourist attraction for visitors.
    The organizers had labeled some of the secret roadside detectors
    with big fluorescent orange signs that said "SENSOR" so they
    wouldn't be missed. We hope the heavy traffic and close
    inspection of these paint-can size transmitters didn't damage
    them any, because they have come to seem like old friends to us.
    They are usually found in reliable locations and are easy to
    disable should the need arise.

    After yaking and milling about on Freedom Ridge for a few hours,
    the group made its way to the Little A-Le-Inn where we warmed up
    a big pot of Dr. Brown's famous "Fartless Chili" (scientifically
    designed to avoid the obvious aftereffects) which all in
    attendance were required to consume. From there, the caravan
    proceeded westward to the Tonopah Test Range (TTR) where we gave
    out Area 51 patches to the guards. Unlike the anonymous Groom
    dudes, these guys have name tags and were happy to converse with
    us. There sure were a lot of them, however. They said they knew
    we were coming because the Dept. of Energy sent them a copy of
    our flyer. (Gosh, that was clever of them. Maybe we should take
    DOE off our mailing list.)

    A pleasant time was had by all, and great satisfaction was
    derived from our observation that no more than 25 of us law-
    abiding citizens resulted in canceled vacations and untold
    overtime for what appeared to be about 50 security dudes total.
    We think of it as defending the job security of our friends in
    beige.

    ----- MEN IN BLACK VISIT RACHEL -----

    As part of the group was making its way from Freedom Ridge toward
    the Little A-Le-Inn, we stopped briefly at the mysterious Black
    Mailbox, site of many UFO tales. There, the word reached us from
    a departing visitor that two men in business suits were seen
    lurking around the Campbell residence in Rachel, still 20 miles
    away. This reporter nearly shat in his proverbial pants as he
    contemplated the implications of that intelligence. WHO WEARS
    BUSINESS SUITS IN THE DESERT? At best, these must be FBI agents
    waiting to arrest or serve a warrant on Mr. Campbell, the chief
    irritant to the military along the '51 border. At worst, they
    could be the mysterious Men In Black, perhaps employed by a
    shadowy government agency that knows no rules or even, if you
    choose to believe the stories, actual aliens disguised as humans
    and engaged in some sinister mind game.

    Not knowing what to expect, we decided that the best option was
    to descend on the Campbell residence en masse. There were only
    two of them, our intel said, versus a dozen of us, so maybe we
    could stand up to them as a group. We motored as a convoy down
    Highway 375 to Rachel, then took up a position on the opposite
    side of the road from Mr. Campbell's mobile home. Peering
    through binoculars, we saw at first no sign of the Men In Black.
    There were no unidentified cars parked in the vicinity and no
    obvious indications that the front door had been tampered with.
    However, closer inspection of the door with our most powerful
    optical devices revealed undeniable evidence that the MIBs had
    indeed been there and were on the prowl for our very souls.
    Wedged between the doorknob and the doorframe was a rolled up
    copy of The Watchtower.

    Jehovah's Witnesses!

    ----- TRESPASSERS PLEAD NOT GUILTY -----

    Seven people accused of trespassing on military land near the
    Groom base were arraigned in Justice Court in Alamo on Jan. 12.
    Three pleaded "No Contest" and accepted their fines of about $300
    each. Four pleaded Not Guilty, and their trial is scheduled for
    Mar. 2. The four contend that although they did cross the line,
    it was entirely accidental, the result of confusing signals and a
    misread map.

    On Jan. 2, these seven traveling in three vehicles drove beyond
    the Keep Out signs on the well-maintained Groom Lake Road and up
    to the guard shack about a half mile beyond. This was their
    first visit to the area, and they obviously had not read this
    reporter's "Area 51 Viewer's Guide," which advises against
    crossing the line. Trying to follow a crude map to the Freedom
    Ridge trailhead, the group whizzed past the often photographed
    sign forest forbidding trespass (and photography) and containing
    such memorable but evidently unread phrases as "Use of Deadly
    Force Authorized."

    There was no place to turn around at the signs, the intruders
    claim, and as they passed a white Jeep Cherokee, they said a
    guard inside waved to them, as though saying "Come on in!"
    Naturally, upon arrival at the guard house, they were descended
    upon by a gaggle of excessively armed cammo dudes who were not
    prepared to give helpful directions and certainly were not versed
    on any of the social graces. The immediate arrest of the
    offenders, no matter how old, young, naive or harmless, was
    apparently the only option available in their very limited
    emotional repetoir.

    This reporter and two other hikers happened to witness the
    incident while climbing Freedom Ridge ourselves. As soon as we
    understood what was happening, we aborted our ascent and broke
    out the telescopes to watch the festivities. The ratio of armed
    cammo dudes to naive intruders was easily two to one. We watched
    as the trespassers--four men and two woman of varying ages--stood
    around their cars for over an hour looking frustrated and
    confused while tough men with big assault weapons milled about
    looking equally bored and a bit embarrassed. A state trooper
    arrived first, followed by Sgt. Lamoreaux of the Lincoln County
    Sheriff's Dept. Forms were signed, and the prisoners were turned
    over to the Sheriff for more advanced forms of humiliation.

    The intruders were thoughtfully provided with handcuffs and leg-
    irons (for their own safety, no doubt) and were taken in an Air
    Force van to the palatial, brand-spanking-new Lincoln County
    Detention Center in Pioche. This nearly empty, high-tech
    hoosegow, otherwise known as the Jail That Ate Lincoln County,
    was built with the intent to house other people's prisoners for
    profit. That was before the bottom fell out of the captive
    housing market, and the county now has to scrape for any
    prisoners it can get.

    In this case it graciously accommodated Connie Ruiz, her daughter
    Sissy and son David, Connie's neighbor Bill Fitzgerald, his sons
    Kevin and Tim, and a friend Gilbert Narvaiz. Hardened criminals,
    all. They claim that at the Detention Center they were forced to
    stand facing a blank wall for over an hour and a half, even one
    man who had an injured ankle, and were denied the use of the
    bathroom for many hours after their arrest. They said they were
    strip searched (because, presumably, you never can know in which
    body cavity those devious trespassers might be hiding drugs or
    weapons) and were given stylish orange jumpsuits to wear (as
    you've seen rakishly modeled by Charlie Manson). The seven
    wasted away in jail for about eight hours while Bill's wife and
    Connie's husband three hours away in Las Vegas tried to hunt up
    $4200 in cash on a Sunday night to bail out their loved ones.
    $200 more to tow each of the three vehicles brought the total bar
    tab to $4800 for this very engrossing weekend experience. The
    adventure was all the more educational for several of the
    participants had never before seen the inside of a jail cell.

    Some hysterical activists might cry "overkill" and "law
    enforcement run amok." Well, maybe just a tad.

    In the meantime, after witnessing the arrest but still not
    knowing who these people were, this reporter got on the horn to
    his contacts to tell them about the event. ("Seven People
    Arrested in Groom Lake Incident," the Las Vegas Review-Journal
    reported on Jan. 5.) He then headed down the highway to Pioche,
    arriving at the Detention Center sometime after the prisoners
    did. The duty officer behind a seamless expanse of bullet-proof
    glass refused to give any information about the prisoners, even
    whether they were being held at the detention center at all, so
    this reporter was forced to wait outside in the sub-freezing
    night for an uncertain release. And wait. And wait. In his
    delirium and creeping hypothermia, the reporter was transformed,
    in a metaphysical sense, from a mild-mannered Bill Bixby into a
    raging green Incredible Hulk. Alas, when the prisoners were
    finally bailed out around 4 am, the Hulk was sound asleep in the
    back of his car and did not get a chance to meet them. He
    learned who they were only when one of the seven called him a few
    days later, and the story they told further enraged the Hulk's
    already green condition.

    Doctor, help me. Ever since spending the night in the parking
    lot of the Lincoln County Detention Center, I have been afflicted
    by the uncontrollable urge to do violent damage to both the
    anonymous cammo dudes and the Lincoln County Sheriff's Dept. I
    don't mean to bomb, shoot, dismember or otherwise physically harm
    these noble defenders of the law; I want to utterly destroy them
    at the very core of their being. I WANT TO CUT THEIR FUNDING. I
    know this is an irrational impulse. Each of these people, as
    individuals, are probably nice folks, but when you throw together
    a lot of decent people "just following orders" what you sometimes
    get, on the whole, is a sadistic monster with no collective
    conscience or critical judgment.

    The case of the seven trespassers has become, for this reporter,
    a timely symbolic example that dovetails naturally with the fight
    to save the viewpoints and expose the nonexistent base at Groom
    Lake. The four who pleaded Not Guilty must continue to make
    their own decisions, but I encourage them not to go down quietly.
    At the trial on Mar. 2, they will be accorded all the protections
    of any other defendant, including the right to subpoena
    witnesses. The first witness I would call, and that any good
    lawyer would also want to haul into court, is that cammo dude in
    the white Cherokee who waved at the visitors as they passed.
    "What was your intent?" Perry Mason would ask. "Were you giving
    them an implied consent to enter your area?"

    If this well-armed paramilitary force patrolling public land
    refuses to officially exist, then this is a good opportunity to
    bring them out into the open. "Could you please state for the
    court your name and who you work for?" Mason would ask. The Las
    Vegas press will be present at this promising trial, and even a
    few in the national corps might be interested in meeting a
    genuine cammo dude face to face. They are, after all, so hard to
    pin down in the field, always running away as they do. With a
    bloody land seizure hearing (or two) expected in the meantime,
    everyone should be whipped into a glorious frenzy by the time
    Mar. 2 rolls along. What if the cammo dudes don't honor the
    subpoena? Then the case falls apart. Implied consent is a
    critical issue here, and if the government fails to supply this
    one essential witness, it would be obstructing a legitimate
    defense.

    These four have been crudely treated and are not guilty of the
    charges against them. Although they did cross the line, they
    followed each other like lemmings, in clouds of dust and under
    conditions of limited warning where there was inadequate
    opportunity to read the signs. The only person who might be seen
    as having control over the situation was the driver of the first
    vehicle, who has already pleaded No Contest. The others either
    were passengers in other people's cars--and who thus had no
    control at all over the situation--or were drivers of following
    vehicles who made a legitimate error that any law-biding citizen
    could easily have fallen victim to. ("The guy in front must know
    where he is going, and that nice fellow in the Cherokee is waving
    us along.") The authorities, if they are smart, will drop the
    case to avoid their ultimate and totally publicized humiliation.
    If they are not smart (as is common among authorities), then they
    should be ready to fight a high-profile battle, not to mention
    the seething greenness of this reporter.

    Hulk wants blood.

    ----- LATE BREAKING NEWS -----

    1/25/94: Official notice has just been received that a hearing
    WILL be held in Las Vegas. It will take place Weds., Mar. 2, 5-
    8pm, in the Cashman Field Center, Rooms 203-204. More details
    will follow in Desert Rat #2, due sometime after Feb. 1.

    The Las Vegas hearing is in addition to the Caliente hearing
    scheduled for Jan. 31. The Caliente hearing is already shaping
    up to be a big event for land use advocates. For those who plan
    to attend, you may like to know that opponents will be gathering
    for dinner at the Knotty Pine Restaurant at about 5 or 5:30, just
    before the 7pm hearing.

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