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-10266
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.
Ready for entry review? Proceed to the Four Gateways Exam.
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.
Complete all gatekeeper reviews to receive your official Dimension C-10266 visitor identity.
Entry into the Citadel requires basic snack containment, reality flexibility, crow-observable judgment, and a signed Soul Bonder Accord. Comprehension is optional. Compliance is appreciated.
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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.
Recovered Citadel Sessions are now playable. Please hiss respectfully during Snake Jazz broadcasts.
Broadcast source: Vercel Blob Archive // Dimension C-10266
Scanning Blob Archive…
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.
Formerly logged as CZ-877150. The archive refuses to explain the renumbering.
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:
CZ-877150 remains valid for legacy paperwork, gnome filings, and unresolved snack-policy appeals.
Please do not create additional paperwork for Ciara.
All fields are optional except your designation. Details are reviewed by the Garden Committee and are never displayed publicly.
Answers provided by the Citadel Department of Visitor Confidence, Gnome Compliance, and Question Reduction.
Don’t ask questions.
Repeated questioning may result in additional signage.
Submit your personnel file for archival review. All entries become canon, whether they are true or not.