Warning: Military Installation

The following is based on an account written in the Huffington Post...

     July 2015, Highway 375, Nevada.
     Jeremiah Hasvold drove his vehicle along the highway, some small hills, but mostly desert shrubs and miles of dirt, glided passed on either side.  He son was in the front passenger seat capturing their Los Vegas trip on his Nikon.
     "We're going to see Area 51 on our Los Vegas road trip," Hasvold's son, Evan, said.  "This is fun, Dad."
     "Yeah, it's great out here."
     Hasvold decided to take is son on a "Man's Tour" to Sin City before going to high school.  He thought he would show Evan what the world was like before deciding what he wanted to do in life.  Maybe, during this trip, his son would figure it out.  Of course, Hasvold would support his son in anything he chose.
     On the way to Los Vegas, one of the places he wanted to show Evan was a placed he had never really visited, bu the would have take a detour to experience it.  As he drove, the asphalt highway led to a dirt depression.  Dried dust and dirt formed a cloud behind them.
     "This is the Extraterrestrial Highway," said Hasvold.  "They call it that because of all the rumors of alien spacecraft being tested at Area 51."  He kept driving the road until they reached the Black Box, or at least what was left of it.
     "Where's the black box?" asked Evan.
     "They took it down when all the tourists harassed the postmen.  But people come here all the time, especially at night, to see the UFOs fly by."
     Hasvold pulled up into the parking area and saw another car with a family of tourists.  They spoke little English and indicated they wanted to travel further up the road.
     "I think he wants us to follow him," said Hasvold.
     "Do you think that's a good idea?"
     "We're here for an adventure, right?"
     "Yeah, let's go."
     Hasvold indicated to the foreigner that he would follow them.  The tourists all got into their car and pulled the vehicle out in front.
     "This is crazy," Hasvold said.  As he drove, a plume of dust and dirt obscuring the car in front of them, they started to pass signs that said, "WARNING!  US AIR FORCE INSTALLATION."  A military style truck was parked up on a hill seemingly watching them.  Hasvold stopped the car, but the tourists kept going.
     "I don't think they could read the signs."
     Hasvold's son kept documenting the incident.
     As the tourists continued down the road, it only took a few seconds for the truck to jump into action.  Two guards stepped out, one holding a camera, the other holding an assault rifle.  The tourists got out of their car with their hands up.  Their voices carried, but Hasvold had a hard time understanding what was going on.  One of the guards said something, and the driver of the vehicle walked toward them backwards, hands still raised.
     "We need to go," Hasvold told his son.
     They both got back into the car and Hasvold drove them back onto the asphalt highway... leaving the tourists to their demise.