The Event
Fourth of July celebration in the redwoods with BBQ, fire pit, music, games, and lore nobody asked for but everyone now has to live with.

National Recreation Area & Smoked Meat Preserve
Welcome to
People Fed. Culture Built. Chaos Managed.
You have reached the official orientation portal for The Citadel: a redwood-adjacent micro-nation dedicated to smoked meat, friendship, questionable decisions, and making sure nobody drives home drunk.
If you are confused, that means the system is working.
Exact coordinates are classified until morale improves.
Dimension C-831
People Fed. Culture Built. Chaos Managed.
Readings are live, official, and almost entirely fictional. Tap any panel.
Portal activity remains poorly understood.
The Citadel is Dave & Ciara's redwood mountain gathering place, unofficial BBQ headquarters, friend-family hub, and increasingly elaborate inside joke.
Please remain calm.
“The Citadel isn't lost. You're just not supposed to find it.”
Visitors are encouraged to enjoy the BBQ, meet the snakes, pet Ranger, respect the redwoods, and avoid creating additional paperwork for Ciara.
Please do not create additional paperwork for Ciara.

Official Artwork Pending Ranger Approval
Please review the following briefing before entering the visitor area. Acknowledgment is mandatory. Comprehension is optional.
Tap any rule for clarification you did not request.
Everything a new visitor needs before the lore takes hold. Read these placards in any order. They will all eventually make sense, or they won't.
Fourth of July celebration in the redwoods with BBQ, fire pit, music, games, and lore nobody asked for but everyone now has to live with.
Smoked ribs, Texas Twinkies, chicken, snacks, sides, s’mores, and whatever Mr. Meatseeks declares fit for human consumption.
Nobody drives drunk. The Citadel maintains a strict key-confiscation policy. This is not a negotiation.
Ranger is friendly, handsome, persuasive, and wrong about what food belongs to him.
Every sign has a backstory. Some of them are even true.
Family-friendly-ish, adult-humor-adjacent, mountain-house chaos with snacks.
Flavor levels remain elevated.
The Citadel operates under a rigorous and entirely self-appointed bureaucratic structure. All directors are doing their best. Most of them are doing too much.
Responsible for smoke, ribs, Texas Twinkies, chicken, meat timing, questionable confidence, and saying “it’ll be fine” while checking temperatures every four minutes.
Authorized Flavor Generation Zone
OfficialResponsible for guest services, emotional regulation, culture building, practical decision-making, and making sure the entire operation does not collapse into a pile of smoked pork and bad ideas.
People Fed. Culture Built. Chaos Managed.
OfficialA continuous advisory body responsible for visitor services, event coordination, family governance, and asking whether anyone has seen Dave.
Problems reported here. Problems created elsewhere.
OfficialProtecting trees, supervising snacks, monitoring guests, and filing formal objections to all “Not For Ranger” policies.
Good boy. Good work.
OfficialResponsible for privacy research, emergency trail assessments, questionable wilderness decisions, and maintaining the Adam Zone.
Previous incidents have occurred.
OfficialDedicated to the study of reptilian acoustics, mysterious rhythms, and whether snakes have feelings too.
Tss tss tss.
OfficialResponsible for permits, public comments, civic order, chamber-level charm, and somehow still being in charge despite no official election being documented.
Permits available. Probably.
OfficialPrepared for fire, flood, earthquake, portal event, unexpected Adam activity, and whatever Dave forgot to plan for.
This is a drill. Or is it?
OfficialProblems reported here. Problems created elsewhere.
A fictional record-label archive of transmissions captured across Dimension C-831. All recordings remain on file pending Council clearance.
Reptilian acoustics, recovered and remastered.
The Snake Council • Sacred Cathedral / Gregorian Ceremony
A sacred ceremony performed for very small noodles of great importance.
Veda • Prophetic Nordic Ritual Folk
Ancient, prophetic, and slightly judgmental of your life choices.
Amara • French Musette Waltz
A shy woodland spirit gathering the bravery to say hello.
Orion • Electro-Swing
A goofy gentleman snake who has, once again, wandered off with dignity.
Namu • Heavy Alternative Metal
A chaotic, curious forest gremlin investigating everything at maximum volume.
Artemis • Dark Vampire Pop
You did not sign anything. The oath was accepted on your behalf.
Icarus • Funk-Rock Beardie Anthem
A golden bearded dragon anthem. The head bobbing is involuntary and welcome.
Noxi • Industrial Metal
An industrial hazmat gremlin bonding with your soul and the local air quality.
Official personnel anthems on file.
Commander Meatseeks • BBQ Military Blues-Rock
A smoky anthem for a smoker with a chain of command and a temperature probe.
Ranger • Hungry Folk
A timeless question, asked relentlessly, answered never.
Ted • Litigation Country
A legal ballad regarding contested acorn ownership. Discovery is ongoing.
MiMi • Mascot Power Ballad
Soul bonding, but make it adorable and legally non-binding.
Nick & Kristen • Operations Synth-Rock
Everything is under control. The report itself is the only damage.
Shane • Bass-Drop Rap
A culinary incident escalated to a full bass drop. Cleanup pending.
Raya • Adventure Pop
For the explorer who finds the cool stuff before the adults do.
Micah • Lo-Fi Craft Beats
Folded quietly. Mahjong tiles clicking somewhere in the distance.
Ciara • Smooth Command Soul
The theme that keeps the entire operation from collapsing. Please stand.
Robbie G • Mountain Mischief Funk
A deal so good it bends the local economy of Dimension C-831.
Victor & Alex • Travel Lounge
Neighbor care and baggage logistics, smoothly handled.
The Crows • Surveillance Noir
They saw that. They always see that. They are writing it down.
The Gnomes • Ceremonial Garden Drone
A treaty no human remembers signing. The gnome count remains unverified.
Final Handoff • Closing-Time Anthem
Billmax is updated. No further fucks are available for distribution.
Official records of Citadel personnel, assets, and entities. Files may be incomplete, redacted, or aspirational.
Confirmed Gnomes On Record: 0 / Unverifiable
By order of the Council of Ciaras
Violation of snack policy may result in sad eyes, additional sad eyes, and gastrointestinal consequences.
Previous incidents have occurred.
Real-time monitoring of all critical Citadel systems. Accuracy not guaranteed. Reality subject to refresh.
Controls are fully operational and entirely without consequence.
Official points of interest within the Citadel grounds. Maps are approximate. Some locations relocate when observed.
A heat-lamp sanctuary for distinguished reptiles. Bobbing may occur without warning.
Soul Bonding is not an invitation. Researchers remain baffled. Side effects may include friendship, confusion, and returning next year.
Officially sanctioned facilities. Please refrain from panic flushing. You are not deleting browser history.
A scenic interpretive corridor named after vehicles, neighbors, and at least one legend.
Built tough. Remembered forever. Scientists remain baffled. Rangers suspect a Ford.
The operational heart of flavor. Do not open the lid. Do not ask if it’s done.
Jurisdiction of the gnomes. If you notice another gnome, there has always been another gnome.
Where the murder convenes. Proceedings are confidential. They saw that.
Live reptilian acoustics, culturally protected. Please hiss respectfully.
A sacred ceremonial space for very small noodles of great importance.
Contained, monitored, and surprisingly charming. Hazmat protocols on standby.
A loosely accurate account of how a house in the redwoods became a jurisdiction. The archive remembers. The archive may also be embellishing.
A house in the redwoods becomes more than a house. It becomes a jurisdiction.
Ranger begins his term as Head of Security and immediately objects to snack restrictions.
BBQ operations expand. Meat allocation becomes formalized. Nobody is sure who authorized this.
After multiple sightings and an ongoing commitment to privacy, Adam is appointed Director of Snake Jazz & Solitary Relief.
A local vehicle attempts to return its petroleum to nature. Scientists remain baffled. Rangers suspect a Ford.
The Citadel opens its doors to friends, family, coworkers, and other generally awesome humans.
The work continues. The snacks remain not for Ranger.
Follow these steps for a safe, well-fed, and minimally confusing visit. Detach along the dashed line and keep with you at all times.
Hydrate. Don't feed the snakes.
Exact coordinates to The Citadel are classified until visitor intent has been assessed and smoked meat requirements have been calculated. Please RSVP so we know:
Please do not create additional paperwork for Ciara.
Submit your personnel file for archival review. All entries become canon, whether they are true or not.