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Wierd things you have seen in the woods.
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[quote:Anonymous Coward 71441188:MV8xNzM3MDUxXzY2MjQyNDM5X0YyQjBGNkFF] Before I was injured, I used to take hikes. Walking hikes, not really the rough and tough kind. Bringing my camera (always), I pulled the car over in an historic wooded part of Rhode Island. It was late Spring and trees were filled with flowers. Dogwoods are my favorite this time of year. Anyway, as I walked I started to just feel strange. It was early morning. And..I got lost. I was completely lost. Taking video with my camera, I thought I'd head toward water, a river. So I did. There were old gravestones, very old. Some names worn off. Some were mausoleums buried in small hills. When I was near the river, suddenly a gust of wind stirred up. It was some kind of odd microburst. It made birds squeal out. Leaves rustled, the sun flickered through the leaves, beams shooting down into my camera lens as I took video. I heard a loud CRACK from a tree falling or something. I didn't know. As I walked past another small buried vault, doors old, an image was above the burial door. A winged sphere. Around the bend I found the source of the loud CRACK. A huge living branch had fallen on a grave. The grave stone read: BRANCH. I thought how funny it was to have a living branch fall to its death on a dead Branch. This made me think of my Dad. He was a wordsmith of sorts, and enjoyed wordplay. Jibs. And Jabs. But I thought of him. To get why this is weird--that I found my way out. I had to walk through a huge cemetery among the dead to find the grand opening to the "newer" burial areas. I walked right over my Dad's grave. How did I walk over my Dad's grave? My father died at the exact time I was in the. woods, among hilled doors to the dead, where a branch fell on a Branch, where the wind whirled in a vortex. And the river? Across the river is where, in Rhode Island, my Dad grew up. It was not until he passed that ANYONE knew he had made arrangements to be buried in that exact same cemetery. Everyone thought he'd be with his Mother, buried there. He didn't want to be buried there. He secretly wanted to be buried in the exact place I was wandering around thinking of him on the day he died. This is 100% true. [/quote]
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I got a special wilderness permit to go into an area in the mountains in CA where they hadn't allowed foot traffic in, in twenty years. There were no trails. It was myself and two other Marines and we did it in exchange for seeing if there was a rare kind of trout in the streams up there. I guess the forest service didn't have anyone who wanted to do it. I'm not sure I was set up with this by a friend. Anyway we hiked for two days with no trails using just a map and compass and on the second day we walked around this huge cliff to find a full on cabin with a lawn and solar power and washer and dryer the whole nine yards all built into the rock face of the cliff. You couldn't see it from above so it had gone unoticed for years. We talked to the guy that lived there and he said we were the first people he had seen hike in, in 14 years. He was a retired helicopter pilot and he had flown all the equipment in by helo. He was squatting on federal land and knew it but didn't seem worried. He said he hikes out every two weeks for supplies by a different route then we came in and he showed it to us. We used that route to get back as he had a trail beaten down so the walking was easier. All in all it was pretty cool. The trout the forest service was looking for were in the creeks so it is still closed to foot travel and we never told the forest service about the old helicopter pilot so I would bet he is still out there.
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