Have you ever been someplace which just felt weird like you shouldn't be there?
My parents used to own some property in southern Florida on the Gulf side, they wanted to retire there. To get there we most always flew into Miami
and drove from Miami across 41 the Tamiami Trail. About 3/4 of the way across there used to be this place out in the middle of the everglades called
Remuda Ranch. We must have driven past this place a thousand times if we drove by it once. The place looked really cool, but it was in the middle of
nowhere. It was some kind of a resort place, and I always wanted to stop there just to check it out. Dad would always say no because the place was
some kind of a "Swinger weird sex place", so we never stopped there. At night this place was lit up like a Christmas tree in the middle of BFE, and
hey, 'weird sex place' just made me want to go there even more!
Years and years went by and my parents decided to sell their property there and retire elsewhere. I flew down there one last time to pick up an old
station wagon we had and tow our boat back with it. On my way to Marco I passed by this place and, seeing as how I didn't have anything better to do,
I decided to stop in and maybe have dinner...and check it out, after all these years. Hey, you know, 'weird sex place' and all, right?
So I pulled in and went inside. Wow! This place was COOL! It was like walking into an old Spanish mission with a big atrium and balconies. The
whole middle area was a combination easy room / dining area, and there were quite a few people there too. That was where the coolness ended.
Pretty much as soon as I walked in the whole room fell silent. People just whispering after that. I paid no mind and got seated for dinner. Pretty
soon I felt like people were staring at me, and when I'd look up...they were! Not everyone all at the same time, but pretty much everyone at
different times. Definitely had the 'Persona non Grata' vibe to it. So, me being me, I started to stare back trying to figure all these people out.
Most of them were in their late 20's to early 30's, and it seemed like a large percentage of them were Cuban or Puerto Rican which was pretty common
in FL. Were these all the 'weird sex freaks'? Maybe, but it seemed like they were all guys, except for a couple gals. Most everyone was pretty
clean cut, and some really well dressed.
Anyway, after a while I started to get a really bad vibe about this place. Couldn't put my finger on it, but I was definitely an outsider and it was
time for me to "Vamos!" (like pronto).
Finished my beer and my marginal dinner, paid the bill and left without incident.
The next morning I headed to 7-11 to get a coffee. While there I grabbed a copy of the Miami Herald. When I read the headlines I stopped in my
tracks! The night before there had been a MAJOR drug bust...and you guessed it...right at the place I was. And it was a big one too complete with a
shoot out and the whole deal! They seized a twin engine aircraft, about 700 kilos of coc aine and arrested about 30 people. Even more shocking
was the time it all went down...8:30pm. Wow, when I got in the car the night before the clock said 8:15pm! I'd left just 15 minutes before. I must
have walked right into the middle of a big federal sting operation and didn't know it. No one knew who I was, so nobody knew who's side I was on I
So while I was sitting there having dinner, unbeknownst to me, there was a twin engine plane loaded with coc aine from Columbia parked right
across the road, probably millions of dollars in cash, and the meeting place was this place in the middle of nowhere, right where I was sitting.
Inside, they weren't Cubans and Puerto Ricans like I had thought...they were Columbian cartel members!
I would learn later that this particular place was quite famous, or 'infamous' as the case may be. Remuda Ranch was the location of one of the
biggest real estate scams in US history back in the 60's. Some shifty developers from Maryland had built this fancy place as a front for selling
hundreds of thousands of acres of swamp land they never intended to develop. They'd build miles and miles of roads, primarily as a means to drain the
swampland as a guise for developing the property. After the deal folded, and the principal's fled or went to jail, the ownership of this place
bounced all over the place for decades. And some less than savory characters (i.e. drug cartels) figured out this was a great rendezvous point in the
middle of nowhere. The locals told stories about the cartels flying fully loaded DC-3's and landing on the roads the developers had built out in the
So, next time you get that 'Bad Ju-Ju' feeling in your gut...you might just be right!
Anyone else have a similar experience, or experiences?
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