Are you some kinda douuche?
That what you got from my suggestion? No. The OP had everything someone could ever want. Except for an attitude adjustment. I thought my suggestion was on point.
Are you some kinda douuche?
It was an insensitive comment and a misguided, juvenile attempt at humor. OP is recently retired from a career with the sheriff's department.
“The word adventure has gotten overused. For me, when everything goes wrong – that's when adventure starts”
-Yvon Chouinard.
I once had to do a "quickie" getaway trip. This would be an overnighter, with wheeling in the morning. I drove out to a known area so I could settle in quickly, have a few beers and go to bed. On the Tonto, you need to purchase passes to camp in places like this. For this reason, I always carry extra passes. I arrived at the dispersed campground and it was empty. I located the best site around, which required me to back down a narrow two-track about a hundred yards. I'm finally parked where I want, got a fire going and went to validate my pass before the ranger appeared. The pass was expired. By like a year. Bummer. Put out the fire. gather the unburned wood, pack up and drive back out. I had scouted a site not in the permit area for just this reason. It was not as nice, but it was free. I drove back to it and settled in. Got a fire started and cracked a beer. About ten minutes of flames and Keeerack! Wow, I thought, that was a big rock explosion. Keerack! Again! and again and every few minutes now. These were not overheated rocks, this was ammo exploding. I stood with my quad on it's trailer between me and the exploding ordnance pile. The fire kept popping, I was standing too far away to get warm and I did not want to go near it. I climbed in the back of the van, had another beer and watched the fire burn down. That was a damn cold night, temps below freezing.
Bleary-eyed, I got up the next morning thinking some wheeling would make everything better. A dawn ride through the desert, the crisp air and all would be well. Put the key in the ignition. click. Battery dead. Drained from the cold. I could do nothing more. Frustrated, I packed it up and headed back to town. Driving out, the only thing I could come up with is "a bad day camping is better than any good day in the office". It's trips like this that make us appreciate that much more when everything goes right.