![]() ![]() I don't even like driving down wooded streets these days and I hesitate to visit friends that have more than a few trees in their yards. ![]() What we saw that day has caused me to avoid the woods no matter what. We didn't even pack up his tent or any of our belongings when we left. I assure you that when the time came we made it back to the trail without any physical issues, hung a left and carried our asses back to the campground to retrieve the truck and get the hell out of there. No we did not get lost, that is not where this is going. While we are doing this we are venturing deeper and deeper into the woods, in a straight line. I've even found salamander eggs that were near hatching before, pretty neat stuff. Sometimes you'll find mice in such places or some interesting looking bugs. We were still talking about our lives but now instead of following a trail we were stopping to roll logs or kick around a pile of leaves looking for signs of life. There was not much underbrush in the area so walking was easy. So we took a hard right and headed into the woods. Maybe we'd stumble across some snakes or other wildlife or just find a cool spot to hang out and eat our lunch. My point is that this was not some isolated trail 30 miles in the woods, signs of civilization were all around us.Ībout an hour into our hike we decided to head off trail and check out the woods. There were other people here, not a lot but we spent most of our hike behind a group of 3 and passed a couple of families and hikers that were walking slower or had stopped to enjoy nature at some point. We hit a public trail and were just enjoying nature for a bit, walking and talking and mostly enjoying the time away from our usual responsibilities. Saturday morning we decided to go exploring. The minor details are wholly unimportant but we put the tent up, had a few drinks and went to sleep the first night after dining on hot dogs and potato chips. We planned to camp out Friday night and possibly Saturday depending on how we were feeling. I was burned out from work and agreed, said goodbye to my wife and kids and was on the road the same day. So, several years ago a friend invited me to go camping in Kisatchie National Forest with a promise that he'd take care of everything. Nothing could scare me, I could sleep anywhere and I had no problem being in the wilderness alone, even after dark. Prior to this event me and the woods had no issues. For some reason it is important for me that you understand that. I own a business, have zero interest in writing past getting my point across or relaying a story to those around the world who might be interested. Please know, this is not an attempt to build an audience to promote a book nor is it an exercise in creative writing. This keeps my mind occupied during the day and by the time I'm ready to sleep I am so exhausted that I'm out in seconds. I spend most of my days engulfed in enough work for 3 people and I goof off on reddit in between. I really try not to do such a thing, and having been born with the willpower of an ox I am normally successful. ![]() I guess I'm breaking a rule to say this but I hesitated at submitting it where it would be surrounded by other stories that I do not believe to be true.Īnyhow, another story that was posted here long ago brought me out of my mental safe space and made me remember the woods. I've been wanting to tell this story for awhile now but I wasn't sure where to put it. ![]()
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