Alta Sierra– In Alta Sierra, a development best described as a gated community without the gate or the enforceable rules of an HOA, where the most heated debates revolve around whether the new Dollar General will bring ruin or salvation, where gas prices are discussed like the stock market, and where PG&E is the villain in every fireside conspiracy theory, has now found a new target for its collective ire: dangerous migrant Subaru gangs from the flatlands of Sacramento.

The drama began when Karen Drive’s Janice Primrose, whose daily schedule includes monitoring neighborhood activity with the vigilance of a Cold War operative, discovered her trash can overturned and a Subaru emblem glinting defiantly in the mud. Within an hour, Facebook groups were ablaze with outrage and theories: “The Subarus are coming,” they warned, “and this time, it’s not about gas mileage.”

From Trash Tipping to Takeover Talks

The rumor spread like wildfire. For a development where neighbors rarely share more than a nod over a privacy fence, the Subaru scare had done the impossible—it brought them together, if only to share suspicions. By midday, Linda-Ann Petroski, of Alexandra Way who is known for posting conspiracy theories and gluten-free recipes on Facebook, had compiled a slideshow of “Subarus of Interest,” complete with blurry photos taken from behind her lace curtains.

“This one slowed down by the post office,” she said in a live-streamed video that gained 73 views, 11 thumbs up, and one angry emoji from her cousin in Chico. “Coincidence? I think not.”

This is the future that Alta Sierra residents fear.
This is the future that Alta Sierra residents fear.

The Nevada County Board of Supervisors convened an emergency session. Supervisor Ed Scofield, already weary from three hours of public comments on pothole priorities, stared out at the packed room of residents holding signs reading No Subarus, No Surrender. He cleared his throat, the room quieted, and Linda-Ann’s phone camera zoomed in.

“Folks,” Scofield began, leaning forward with a practiced politician’s squint, “while I understand your concern, I must remind you that not every tipped trash can means a Subaru invasion.”

A gasp swept the room as Bob Cramblett, a retired contractor from Annie Drive, stood up, garden rake in hand, as sheriff deputies in the room placed their hands on their tasers.

“Then explain the emblem, Ed!” he shouted, waving a laminated photo of the shiny relic. “And don’t tell me it’s raccoons. I’ve never seen a raccoon that knows its way around Japanese engineering.”

Scofield paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” he said, offering a wry smile. “And I’m not saying there’s nothing to these claims. We’ve seen plenty of outside influences trying to muscle their way into our quiet corner.” A ripple of approving nods swept the crowd. “But let’s stay vigilant and measured,” he added, threading the needle between concern and rationality.

The Association’s Attempt at Calm

In a show of community spirit, the Alta Sierra Property Owners Association, known more for organizing meetings than crisis management, attempted to deescalate the tension. They distributed flyers titled Wildlife Safety and You in MS Comic Sans font, featuring cheerful clip art of raccoons with speech bubbles saying, “I’m just here for the leftovers!”

Alta Sierra residents seemed dissatisfied with the Home Association's attempts to calm the storm.
Alta Sierra residents seemed dissatisfied with the Home Association’s attempts to calm the storm.

But it was too late. The “Trash and Safety” fair spiraled into chaos when Cramblett seized the microphone again.

“Listen up, folks!” Cramblett yelled. “This isn’t just about trash. Word on the gravel is these Subarus are scouting for a new location to open a Mexican grocery store. They’re gonna replace our gas station burritos with, I don’t know, organic tamales or something non-American.”

A murmur of alarm rippled through the crowd. The slow-moving Sierra Presbyterian rummage sale and the now-defunct Big A’s burger and Asian salad specials that held the local American culture together appeared to be in immediate danger.

Bigfoot in the Driver’s Seat

As if the situation couldn’t get more surreal, local self-proclaimed cryptozoologist and amateur photographer Keith Bradenshauer stepped forward to address the wildlife angle.

“Look,” he said, pushing up his sleeves like a man prepared to wrestle logic itself, “raccoons do take shiny things. They don’t drive, but they do drag. And we have footage.” The video showed a raccoon waddling away with a shiny object, which could have been anything from a Subaru emblem to a gum wrapper.

Alta Sierra grapples with the idea of Bigfoot driving Subaru's around its twisted and hilly streets.
Alta Sierra grapples with the idea of Bigfoot driving Subaru’s around its twisted and hilly streets.

Not to be outdone, Linda-Ann jumped back in.

“That explains one or two incidents, but what about the sightings of Bigfoot driving one of these Subarus?” She held up a grainy, zoomed-in photo of what might have been a hairy figure or her neighbor’s shaggy dog peering over a steering wheel. “It’s real, Ed,” she added solemnly. Scofield scribbled in his notebook, possibly sketching a doodle of himself on a tropical beach.

Miguel’s Warning

Miguel Vasquez, a local with deep roots and a MAGA hat that matched his pickup’s paint job, added fuel to the fire. He stepped forward with the air of someone carrying gospel truth.

“Folks, we’ve got bigger problems than just trash. I’ve been watching, talking to people,” he said, emphasizing people like they were undercover agents, “and there’s more to this than meets the eye. My barber’s uncle—you know, the one who was in the service—told me that these Subarus are scouting the area for a Mexican grocery store. An organic one.” He crossed his arms, the room falling silent at the implication.

An artist mockup of what an organic Mexican store might look like in Alta Sierra. Source: Miguel Vasquez
An artist mockup of what an organic Mexican store might look like in Alta Sierra. Source: Miguel Vasquez

Alta Sierra, a community barely managing to agree on what constitutes a no-climb fence, now faced what some whispered was a cultural war.

“Ed, you know what this means, don’t you?” Miguel pressed, folding his arms like a sheriff who’d just locked eyes on a donut. Scofield nodded solemnly, tapping his pen on the table. “We’ve seen things like this before,” Miguel continued. “We’ll stay on top of it. You have my word.”

Scofield sighed, motioning for quiet.

“I’d like to suggest we form a task force,” he said, watching Linda-Ann nod vigorously while Bob raised his rake like a revolutionary pike. The room buzzed with excitement at the prospect of forming a neighborhood watch with official-sounding titles.

Ed Scofield of the Nevada County Board of Supervisors recommended forming task forces to battle the issue in Alta Sierra.
Ed Scofield of the Nevada County Board of Supervisors recommended forming task forces to battle the issue in Alta Sierra.

The meeting ended with more questions than answers and a final warning from Bob: “If you see a Subaru with Sacramento plates and a Bigfoot decal, don’t just stand there—take action. And if you find organic tamales in your trash, you know who to blame.”

Behind closed Alta Sierra blinds, flashlights flickered as residents double-checked their locks and positioned their security cameras at just the right angle. And unperturbed by the unfolding drama, a raccoon and their con-conspirator bears triumphantly waddled off into the shadowy woods with an old car key.