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Quoted: I live remote in the mountains of Northeast Washington. Now that I'm old and I've lived here for for decades. I rarely go outside at night unless I have to lol Quoted: Quoted: So I took my Uv flashlight out in the yard here in Georgia. No scorpions. But there were lots of weird centipedes that glowed. Everywhere on ground. Ive lived here for 25 years. Never once seen one of these centipedes without the Uv. Now that I'm old and I've lived here for for decades. I rarely go outside at night unless I have to lol 49 degrees was my favorite gmu. No way would I convince my wife to survive the winters up there. I voted Boise. Wife's family all moved to Phoenix so here we are. If Southern Utah ever properly freezes I'm planning a trip up there to go ice fishing. Panguitch is supposed to be frozen by mid December and the reports I've seen says it's still open water. |
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Quoted: 49 degrees was my favorite gmu. No way would I convince my wife to survive the winters up there. I voted Boise. Wife's family all moved to Phoenix so here we are. If Southern Utah ever properly freezes I'm planning a trip up there to go ice fishing. Panguitch is supposed to be frozen by mid December and the reports I've seen says it's still open water. The area of Eastern NV and Western UT I'm in which includes Cedar City and Panguitch have had a very warm winter this season. If it continues this way I don't think any lakes will have viable ice fishing. |
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I've spent a lot of time in the desert and I just love it! Of course there are a couple of months during high summer where it will happily kill you for a slight miscalculation or run of bad luck, but most of the year, it's a liberating place to be. The spookiest thing I have run into are the old mine shafts. It's funny, as in the California desert, if you run across a shaft, it will probably have two wire fences around it, and big signs warning, "DANGER PELIGRO!" But in Arizona or New Mexico, you're on your own. I like to walk around in the dark with no lights (I used to have really excellent natural night vision), but following my tracks one morning spooked me pretty good, as I had walked within a few feet of a shaft. Spooky indeed! |
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I live in the desert for the last twenty years, it’s great overall -but the hottest part of the summer does suck. It’s great to camp out and if you get far enough out you’ll be the only person for 50-100 miles and you’ll have some great experiences. Like being on another planet, it’s so quiet it’s hard to believe. I remember one night camping on a dune near a rocky hill, and after sitting quietly by a camp fire for several hours coyotes and desert foxes would creep out of the darkness and shadows like apparitions, only to fade back into the shadows. Sometimes as many as a dozen at one time. Or camping out during bad weather and seeing thunder storms come and go, it can be dangerous definitely never be without a plan and access to water. |
| Lived in the CO Rockies by myself waaaaaay out there, no one around for miles, nearest town was about an hour away. Pavement was about 30 minutes away after rough 4x4 trail. If the spooks were there they didn't mess with me. I don't think I've been abducted either, did see some strange shit though, two events were supernatural nuts, military was involved or observing on one of the occasions. |
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I've also camped in the real desert. We took camels out to the campsite. It was fun and beautiful. Not creepy at all. Attached File |
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Quoted: I visited a friend who lives in the desert. After dark we stood on his deck and pointed a UV flash light towards the ground below. Nearly the entire surface appeared to be moving from scorpions walking around the rocks and sand. Hope this helps. So where did you keep your shoes since then? Hanging on the ceiling? |
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Quoted: So where did you keep your shoes since then? Hanging on the ceiling? His specific instructions included do not take your shoes off until going to bed, place them on an elevated piece of furniture, and check them diligently before installing them on your feet. I have not been back since. Although outside of the demonic crustacean situation I loved it out there. Dry heat, the food, the culture, the landscape, all of it. |
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Quoted: Our subdivision has 50 homes on 250 acres of dense forest. Adjacent plots undeveloped. I have two homes visible from my porch and none in the backyard. Ravines separate each cul de sac. Only one road in. It is absolutely spooky during new moons. Quoted: Our subdivision has 50 homes on 250 acres of dense forest. Adjacent plots undeveloped. I have two homes visible from my porch and none in the backyard. Ravines separate each cul de sac. Only one road in. It is absolutely spooky during new moons. What about new moon on Mondays? |
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It’s not really creepy until you run into people. Or skin walkers. Some times it’s hard to tell. I live in the city now, it’s full suburbia, but it use to be on the outskirts of town. I do go hunting near the border, and there are lots of weird noises at night down there. |
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Sure do love that Mojave! Thousands of hours there; riding, shooting, camping. Nothing spooky about it - it's beautiful. Of course, so is NH, in very different ways. No spooks either place. Attached File |
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Quoted: I, for one, love the desert and can't imagine living anywhere else. The peace, beauty and tranquility. For years, coming out here has been my mental therapy. You can spend days out here and talk to nobody else, perfect. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/45352/20240721_201926__Medium__jpg-3686767.JPG https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/45352/20241010_065309__Medium__jpg-3686768.JPG https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/45352/20250516_115556__Medium__jpg-3686769.JPG https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/45352/20251214_133630__Medium___1__jpg-3686770.JPG |
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Steppe here, not desert. But for what it's worth, Tremors was not a documentary. Night time can still weird me out. Walking with electronic ear pro turned way to far up and thinking the coyotes are right behind my back. Hearing strange screaming sounds, not realize it was probably racoon sex. |
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Quoted: His specific instructions included do not take your shoes off until going to bed, place them on an elevated piece of furniture, and check them diligently before installing them on your feet. I have not been back since. Although outside of the demonic crustacean situation I loved it out there. Dry heat, the food, the culture, the landscape, all of it. Oddly enough living in the desert for a good while, I’ve only had two scorpions around. The only close call I’ve had with one was living in Hawaii of all places. Went to put my shoe on and felt a “stick.” Banged the shoe heel down and out popped a scorp. Could have been worse, could have been a centipede- now those are nasty, mean sobs. I’ll say it again, the jungle is the worst place on Earth lol. Quiet night out here. Strange low clouds/fog that I’ve never seen before. Makes it extra quiet actually. |
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Quoted: Steppe here, not desert. But for what it's worth, Tremors was not a documentary. Night time can still weird me out. Walking with electronic ear pro turned way to far up and thinking the coyotes are right behind my back. Hearing strange screaming sounds, not realize it was probably racoon sex. Lol! Every time I start my little Honda generator I think of the Graboids. Years ago I was sleeping in my little pop-up when I was awakened by a strange noise. Stuck my head out the door and there were some open range cattle around. One of them was rubbing it's butt on the spare tire of my Jeep. At my usual dry camp spot, sometimes there will be Mustangs or Antelope roaming around. On the mountain to the north, just a couple of miles away, there is a pretty good population of Big Horn Sheep. |
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Quoted: The only creepy place is along the border near Sasabe, Az at night. @dbmers Sasabe and the BA by Cumero never bothered me too much, but Presumido, or Holden, at night, alone, did a number on my head once or twice. I have only one story out there that wasn't just a "feeling", but I won't elaborate unless we meet at a choir practice. Rocky Elmore wrote a great book called "Out on Foot" that talks about that area. |
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Quoted: @dbmers Sasabe and the BA by Cumero never bothered me too much, but Presumido, or Holden, at night, alone, did a number on my head once or twice. I have only one story out there that wasn't just a "feeling", but I won't elaborate unless we meet at a choir practice. Rocky Elmore wrote a great book called "Out on Foot" that talks about that area. I worked a DHS security contract out there for about 6 months protecting workers and equipment putting in sensor cable along the fence. I could hear women screaming in the dark on the Mexican side. You could also see cell phone lights of people walking through the desert. After a while you start to imagine seeing faint lights, or are you? BP stopped by one night and said don’t fall asleep or you’ll get your throats cut. DHS loaned us these big thermal cameras so we could see at night. We worked 16 hour day/nights. Every few days the project would move further out away from the crossing in the middle of nowhere. At one point we were posted in front of a known smugglers house for a few nights. BP would hang out with us to BS and one of the smugglers would walk up to the fence and blow pot smoke towards us. A BP LT. grabbed his M4 and stuck it through the fence and yelled bang bang lol. We were like ohhh thanks a lot piss them off for us. You’re getting off soon. I still have some dents in my truck from rock throwers. That was the night I pulled my gun. First week there. I dropped my keys in the dark and couldn’t move my truck. I jumped out and yelled the next mother fucker to throw a rock and I’m gonna shoot you. It stopped for a bit. The first rock missed my face by about a foot. We called BP and 2 showed up. They started getting rocked so they called in the helo to see what’s up. He came in at telephone pole level and said there were at least 20 guys with bandannas covering their faces running around. He dusted the crap out of them. We all moved back to the crossing area for the night. Oh and the lady that owns/owned most of Sasabe. That’s like movie material there. She had cartel friends and Border Patrol friends. She played whoever she needed at any given time. |
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Quoted: I visited a friend who lives in the desert. After dark we stood on his deck and pointed a UV flash light towards the ground below. Nearly the entire surface appeared to be moving from scorpions walking around the rocks and sand. Hope this helps. I'm up He sees me F that, there's a giant tarantula right there. |
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Quoted: I worked a DHS security contract out there for about 6 months protecting workers and equipment putting in sensor cable along the fence. I could hear women screaming in the dark on the Mexican side. You could also see cell phone lights of people walking through the desert. After a while you start to imagine seeing faint lights, or are you? BP stopped by one night and said don’t fall asleep or you’ll get your throats cut. DHS loaned us these big thermal cameras so we could see at night. We worked 16 hour day/nights. Every few days the project would move further out away from the crossing in the middle of nowhere. At one point we were posted in front of a known smugglers house for a few nights. BP would hang out with us to BS and one of the smugglers would walk up to the fence and blow pot smoke towards us. A BP LT. grabbed his M4 and stuck it through the fence and yelled bang bang lol. We were like ohhh thanks a lot piss them off for us. You’re getting off soon. I still have some dents in my truck from rock throwers. That was the night I pulled my gun. First week there. I dropped my keys in the dark and couldn’t move my truck. I jumped out and yelled the next mother fucker to throw a rock and I’m gonna shoot you. It stopped for a bit. The first rock missed my face by about a foot. We called BP and 2 showed up. They started getting rocked so they called in the helo to see what’s up. He came in at telephone pole level and said there were at least 20 guys with bandannas covering their faces running around. He dusted the crap out of them. We all moved back to the crossing area for the night. Oh and the lady that owns/owned most of Sasabe. That’s like movie material there. She had cartel friends and Border Patrol friends. She played whoever she needed at any given time. Is that the same woman that owned/operated the general store? |
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Quoted: I'll take rattlesnakes, scorpions, tarantulas, and whatever else we have here over biting flies, ticks, fire ants, hornets, chiggers, and whatever else shit the forest has. Fuck that shit. Yeah, but the forest pests won’t typically kill you, just make your life miserable for up to 3 weeks. That desert shit will flat out kill you. |
| Living in the desert definitely has its own vibe. The silence can be peaceful during the day and a little eerie at night, especially if you’re not used to wide-open space. Weather extremes are no joke either — hot days, cold nights, dust everywhere. I’ve always thought desert communities bond differently because of that shared environment. It reminds me of how people debate best and worst customer service https://help-center.pissedconsumer.com/best-and-worst-customer-service/ experiences — environment shapes expectations. In the desert, self-reliance matters more than convenience. Spooky? Maybe sometimes. |
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Quoted: Is that the same woman that owned/operated the general store? Haha. Yeah, Alice. Sasabe, the Babos, Arivaca, and Ruby, as well as the surrounding... is a wild, WILD, place. In more ways than one. It's like the SW version of the Appalachian "hollers", with some Sicario thrown in. |
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Quoted: Haha. Yeah, Alice. Quoted: Quoted: Is that the same woman that owned/operated the general store? Haha. Yeah, Alice. Bought a few items there for lunch one day 20+ yrs ago and went back to the job site. One of the locals asked me, "how old do you think that woman at the general store is"? I said, I don't know....early/mid 50's?? He said, she's in her 70's. 
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Quoted: Is that the same woman that owned/operated the general store? I believe it was. Story has it some Mexicans broke in and stole a bunch of stuff. She made a call to some “friends” on the Mexican side and the dudes had the shit kicked out them and her stuff returned. |
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Quoted: I believe it was. Story has it some Mexicans broke in and stole a bunch of stuff. She made a call to some “friends” on the Mexican side and the dudes had the shit kicked out them and her stuff returned. I worked on the border in 2010 so she probably isnt around anymore. |
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Quoted: Haha. Yeah, Alice. Sasabe, the Babos, Arivaca, and Ruby, as well as the surrounding... is a wild, WILD, place. In more ways than one. It's like the SW version of the Appalachian "hollers", with some Sicario thrown in. That Border Recon dude lives in Arivaca. He has lots of eye opening videos for those that didn’t know what that area was like before the border shut down |
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Quoted: Yeah, but the forest pests won’t typically kill you, just make your life miserable for up to 3 weeks. That desert shit will flat out kill you. Quoted: Quoted: I'll take rattlesnakes, scorpions, tarantulas, and whatever else we have here over biting flies, ticks, fire ants, hornets, chiggers, and whatever else shit the forest has. Fuck that shit. Yeah, but the forest pests won’t typically kill you, just make your life miserable for up to 3 weeks. That desert shit will flat out kill you. They really won't unless you're a small child or in ill health. I remember reading most rattlesnake victims are male. A ton involving alcohol and usually on the upper extremity. Watch where you step and reach, and you'll be fine. Rattlesnakes don't chase people. |
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Quoted: I worked on the border in 2010 so she probably isnt around anymore. Quoted: Quoted: I believe it was. Story has it some Mexicans broke in and stole a bunch of stuff. She made a call to some “friends” on the Mexican side and the dudes had the shit kicked out them and her stuff returned. I worked on the border in 2010 so she probably isnt around anymore. I was doing some work at the MVD/POE at the time. A loaf of bread and some Oscar Meyer bologna from the general store was lunch for the day! I have NO idea why I remember that? lol |
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I've spent a considerable amount of time exploring the southern desert in Utah. I absolutely love getting to play in that terrain whether it be hunting, climbing, canyoneering or even just hanging out around a campfire. That being said, I don't want to live in proper desert country. It's too harsh and water is too scarce. Plus, I really like to ski/ mountaineer and deserts aren't conducive to that. I honestly can't even remember where I took this pic at. I think, it's somewhere in Canyonlands national park. Attached File |
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Quoted: Haha. Yeah, Alice. Sasabe, the Babos, Arivaca, and Ruby, as well as the surrounding... is a wild, WILD, place. In more ways than one. It's like the SW version of the Appalachian "hollers", with some Sicario thrown in. That area is sketchy as all hell. I've been down there prospecting and was armed to the teeth. Plenty of ore left and some things have been running lately. |
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Quoted: Every weird show deserts are always spooky living there . Do you ever get creeped out living there ? I can tell you have never visited a desert or stayed overnight in one. Deserts are glorious, especially in winter, especially when it rains. Don't let Hollywood teach you anything. Go see it for yourself. Go see the Painted Desert during the winter rains, ditto for the Grand Canyon. Camp out overnight in the Mojave nestled up against a rocky outcrop on the night with a full moon. Take a telescope with you, or even binoculars - you will be blown away, even with a full moon. |
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Quoted: I've spent a lot of time in both. The woods are way creepier than anything I've ever encountered in the desert. Same. The forest canopy darkens about an hour before sunset. Lots of terrain and navigation challenges. The desert is mostly open and on full moon nights you don’t even need a headlamp. |
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Quoted: Living in a heavily wooded, sparsely populated area is significantly creepier, IMO. At least you have plenty of visibility with a desert. This. Dense woods wig me out a bit at night. More open desert, not at all. But, as pointed out, there are different kinds of deserts. They can be hilly dry almost grassland like Yakima, various amounts of scrub brush in the southwest, or the absolute barren nothingness that much of Northern Africa is. |