I didn't stay.
After my haunting night and having someone go thru my bag, I was afraid to stay camped where I was. I hooked up the truck and loaded the camper and pulled out headed south on the narrow road along the ocean. I left the wireless backup camera mounted on the trailer turned on so I could easily watch who was following me. I was suspicious of everyone, but one by one cars turned off and joined the line behind me. I turned on a small road that I knew went to the turnpike and only two cars followed me. This was a shortcut to the northbound turnpike so I went south. The two cars went north. I gave a sigh of relief but way back I saw another car head south. I drove slowly towing the camper trailer but the car did not pass me. I pulled into the first rest area and used the bathroom. The white car went by. Relieved in two ways, I headed south at highway speed. A mile or so later I saw the white car in a maintenance turnout. I could not see him/her pull out but I was now sure I was being followed.
I took the next exit and got right back on northbound. I could not see the white car so I was still frightened and headed north as fast as I dared. I stopped in the northbound rest area and pulled way out in the back between two trailer trucks and watched. The white car arrived 2 or 3 minutes behind me and parked in the front. Now I was near panic. I walked around the trailer, tested the hitch and safety chains and wondered what to do. A big rig pulled in behind me and the driver was doing his paperwork. He finally got out and asked me if I was okay. I explained that I thought I was being followed. He smiled and said “of course you are!” he asked if I was getting a divorce or something and I said no. Then he took me behind the trailer and showed me a little wire thing. That is an antenna for one of those GPS tracker things. He left and went inside. I looked under the bumper and came to a small box attached to the frame. I was looking for screws that held it on when I moved it. It was magnetic! I pulled it off and was going to throw it away but on my way to the trash I passed a truck from Canada. The light bulb went off in my head. I slapped the magnet on the truck frame and let the wire hang out. Then I got in my truck and waited. When the truck pulled out, I followed him. The white car stayed way behind but eventually followed. I followed the truck until I saw him gaining on another truck as we neared an exit. I passed the Canadian truck and he pulled out behind me blocking the view of the white car. I took the exit blocked from view by the truck we had passed. I watched the white car drive out of sight following the truck to Canada! I turned around and headed south, but I decided that I95 was the wrong place to be. If the white car figured out that he had been tricked, he could easily catch me on the interstate. I headed down state routes. It was slower, but I was on vacation and my plans were now in disarray so I was in no hurry.
Topic: Coastal View by The Payee (Read 4076 times)