We’ve been told the mesa holds ancient magic — a power that predates us all. Where it came from, I don’t know. But I believe it’s real. There’s something about this place that feels alive, almost sentient.
When I was a child, I visited my favorite museum on Mille Lacs Lake in Minnesota. It was there I met an old Sioux woman. She told me something that stayed with me my entire life — that where two rivers meet is sacred. Protected. Watched over by unseen forces.
Here on the West Mesa, we are flanked by rivers on both sides. And not far to the south, they meet. That energy — sacred and powerful — is in the land.
A very wise local man, someone we deeply respect and who’s lived here longer than anyone else we know, once told us something even more curious. He said the mesa itself has a will. It can approve of you… or reject you. And even if it approves, it still makes you work for your place here. You must prove yourself worthy to stay.
If the mesa doesn’t approve? Well, we’ve seen what happens.
Some people go mad — slowly at first, hanging on for years before their grip slips. As I like to say, their cheese finally slides off their cracker. Others unravel much faster. This place doesn’t just test you — it chooses you.
There is magic here. Ancestral magic. Whether it comes from the land, the rivers, the spirits, or something older — I may never truly know. But I respect it. And I know better than to ignore it.
As someone who loves the paranormal, I’ve had my fair share of experiences that can’t be explained, and if you know me, you’ve probably heard of the paranormal group I founded—Midnite Walkers Paranormal Research. Our motto was “Debunk the Junk, search for truth.” I eventually stepped away from the field when investigations began to rely on equipment that, in my view, distorted the process. We aimed to block radio waves when capturing EVPs, to prevent interference, but the direction of the field shifted, and I moved on.
Yet, my passion for the paranormal remains strong. Over the years, I’ve experienced events that defy explanation, such as the time when two people were pushed to the ground simultaneously. Since moving out to the desert—an area with little recorded history and where no one has lived before—we’ve encountered even more strange happenings. It’s made me eager to set up equipment again and see what might be captured here.
Here are a few examples. One night, while Anne and I were inside the RV, we noticed the door slowly creeping open and then just as slowly closing. Thinking it was Brent messing with us, I stepped outside to check, but he was still in the studio, and our weather station showed no indication of wind. Another experience involved an empty lawn chair at a campfire. As I shared a story about a Native hunter who never returned home, a white cat (at the time, we didn’t have any cats) suddenly ran under the empty chair and paused before moving on.
These are just a few of the unexplained events we’ve encountered. Some of them have been featured in our *Mysteries of the West Mesa* videos. If you have any local knowledge about the history of this area, I’d love to hear it. And for fellow paranormal enthusiasts, let me know what you think of these experiences!
Happy Halloween from all of us here at Ka-Hoon Campground and Event Center!
This past week has been tough for us with a lot of personal things happening. We don’t usually share much, but this has been particularly stressful, filled with drama and a lot of questioning.
One thing that keeps standing out is how much some people lack **respect**. A few days ago, a neighbor came over, and while we were outside, we saw a motorcyclist going down Powerline Rd, which is closed off and impassable. He reached the end, turned around, and instead of heading back the proper way, he cut right through our property, ignoring “No Trespassing” signs and us standing there.
When we shouted that he was on private property, he flipped us off and continued to the end of our driveway. He then turned back toward us, but when Brent and our neighbor started walking down the driveway, the motorcyclist finally turned and left.
Now, if he had simply stopped and said he was lost or thought it was a road, we would have gladly told him to go ahead. But he chose to be disrespectful, and for what? Respect really does go a long way, and I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for some people to show it.
Living out here on the West Mesa is beautiful and peaceful most of the time. However, like anywhere else, there’s an ugly side that recently became very apparent.
A few months ago, a neighbor, whom we’ve only met or spoken with a handful of times, sent us a text claiming he shot at our dog because it killed his chickens, and that we owed him for the damage. The odd part was, this text came early in the morning when all of our dogs were still inside with us. As many who’ve stayed at our campground know, our dogs are always inside at night, and we only let them out when we’re outside with them. We explained this to the neighbor, but he insisted it was our dog, claiming it ran off toward our place.
This neighbor lives about three-quarters of a mile away, so while it’s possible a dog could have headed in our direction, it didn’t mean it was ours. To settle the matter, I sent him a video of our dogs that morning. He, in turn, sent a video of the dog he shot at—a skinny black dog that looked nothing like ours. Despite clear evidence that the dog wasn’t ours, he grew angry, insisting it was.
Things escalated quickly. He took to social media, publicly bashing us with false claims, including accusations of us being Satanists, all because of a dog that wasn’t even ours. It was baffling. A friend, who didn’t like what was being said online, sent us screenshots of the posts. We confronted the neighbor about it, and his response was simply that we “deserved it.”
He went further, threatening to shoot any dog that came onto his property, even saying that if it was our dog, he’d hurt it and let it crawl home. We decided it was best to disengage and wished him well, hoping it would end there.
A few days later, we heard a gunshot, followed by the sound of a dog yelping. The next day, we checked our cameras and saw the same black dog—this time severely injured. We reached out to our community, asking if anyone had seen the dog, as it clearly needed medical attention. Sadly, a few days later, a neighbor found the dog dead. It had suffered a slow, painful death after being shot. It broke our hearts—regardless of whether it had killed chickens, no animal deserves to suffer like that.
The situation worsened over the weekend. Our close friends and neighbors, who have a Great Pyrenees named Ruby, reported her missing. Ruby was nursing six puppies, and tragically, all the pups died because she wasn’t there to care for them. We searched everywhere with no luck. Our friends, devastated, texted the same neighbor to ask if he’d seen Ruby. He didn’t respond at first. The next day, when asked directly if he had shot their dog, the neighbor finally admitted he had. He claimed Ruby had killed his pit bull, sending a photo of a freshly killed dog with its throat ripped out.
Our friends were shocked. Ruby had never shown aggression, and the wound didn’t seem consistent with what a Great Pyrenees would do. Their daughter, who works at a vet’s office, sent the photo to her boss. The vet believed the wound looked more like an attack from a spurred dog or one trained to fight, not Ruby. Plus, Ruby had been missing for three days, and the pit bull in the photo didn’t appear to have been dead that long.
Our friends tried to involve the sheriff’s office, but were told it was a civil matter. Fortunately, they contacted animal control, who confirmed that it was a criminal matter since these were working dogs and the state of New Mexico has free-roam laws. You can only shoot an animal if it’s actively causing harm, and it must be done humanely. Today, we’re waiting to see if the state police will get involved, as animal control says they should.
This same neighbor has shot his gun on other occasions, including once when we were walking down our driveway. Was it directed at us? We don’t know for sure. On one occasion, another neighbor reported the gunfire, and when the sheriff arrived, we told him we’d heard it too. Brent even yelled, “You missed us,” and the neighbor shot again. Yet, nothing was done—no investigation, no follow-up.
Now, with the sheriff’s office and state police seemingly unwilling to help or investigate these serious incidents, we are left wondering just how far this individual is willing to go. Is this a warning sign of more dangerous behavior to come? Why won’t the authorities step in before it’s too late?
Unraveling the Mystery: Exploring the Ancient Enchantment of the West Mesa
The southern tip of the West Mesa exudes an ancient mystique, rumored to be imbued with potent magic. Local legend suggests that the land itself chooses who may dwell upon it, blessing some while driving others to madness. Over our four years here, we’ve observed many individuals suddenly depart or vanish, leaving behind belongings and pets. Are these phenomena the result of ancient enchantments, extraterrestrial influences, or mysteries beyond our comprehension?
Plateau Hame De Colquhoun is proud to have Westland Meadows for both the April Fool’s Open Mic and the Nomad Gathering in the Desert . Westland Meadows will be serving hotdogs and hamburgers!
We still have openings for vendors for both events and volunteers for the Nomad Gathering.
For more information contact us either by Facebook or through our website.
A couple days ago we went sight seeing with the neighbor.. Taking them to places up here on the Mesa and a few other local sites that they hadn’t seen before.
A couple of the photos show sites you can visit by taking the tour. You can get more info by clicking the link below.
Tours are something new we are offering as a community event. Meaning the funds go back towards bettering the community. Right now tours are only available to campers. As it grows this could change.
Days have been quiet, Thanksgiving day we had 9 campers which all stated they enjoyed their time. The hardest part for us hosting campers is that we want campers to come camp to enjoy the beautiful views and the land. We get campers that come late at night and leave early in the morning. Maybe it shouldn’t matter, they paid to camp, but that’s not the idea of camping here.
But I have to realize that they are probably getting to experience the land even in such a short period of time. The peacefulness and the ability to relax, hopefully get a good sleep before heading out for another drive.
The community is now offering tours of the Mesa, for all campers. Come see the views, learn some of the history of bombings, aliens and more!!
Music in the Desert Open Mic was a success, We had a wide variety of talent show up, and everyone seemed to enjoy their night. Music in the Desert Open Mic ran until 1 am. We would like to Thank everyone that came out and look forward to seeing you all at the Haunted Hell Ride & After Party With Dirty Brown Jug Band and Haunted Hay (Hell) Ride !!
The new little Music in the Desert mascot Amigo loved hanging out with everyone, though it worn him out.
A couple of weeks ago Brent, Anne and I had gone and stayed at an RV park in Albuquerque. While sitting outside some other RVs commented on how pretty the views are there. We realized then that we are spoiled as we had just complained that there wasn’t much for views. Here are some of our views up here on the mesa.
You are welcome to come enjoy the views yourself by coming to one of the events, or camping. Visit our website for more information.
Haunted Hell Ride October 21 Gates open 6:00pm to 9:00pm
Early Bird tickets go on sale Sept 5th
A night of scares and mysteries. The Haunted Hell hay ride is not appropriate for all ages. If you have any health concerns we ask that you refrain from going.