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No one forces me to stay, correct.
But I'm 20 minutes from fantastic driving roads, 30 minutes from the beach, an hour and a half from Anza Borrego, two hours from Idyllwild, three hours from Big Bear or Death Valley, four hours from Vegas. I'm half a day from being in Mexico drinking a Corona on the beach and eating seafood that was swimming hours earlier.
I can load up and be on a nineteenth-century mining trail within five hours, spend the next seven days on variations of that trail including multiple mine ruins, and never have to worry about a camping permit or trespassing. At the end of it, I can wash the desert dust off at the beach.
Oh noes, he actually likes it there. INDOCTRINATION! BRAINWASHING! HOBBIES!
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