I Am a Minuteman
Camp Vigilance lies in an oak grove behind the Outdoor World RV Park, two-and-a-half miles from Mexico. A huge American flag hangs from a utility pole at the entrance, illuminated by spotlights. Around its eight acres are parked a number of travel trailers. When I arrive, Joe is standing in the door of the main building, an adobe stagecoach station dating from 1856. He's a stocky man in his mid-60s with a white mustache and thin white hair styled in a buzz cut.