After reading a post by another member about a startling dream he had, I remembered a couple of incidences which were startling for me while camping. I wonder if anyone else has had startling happenings while on the road.
The one that sticks out in my mind happened while I was hiking a short 2 mile trail that looped often giving several ways out but only one way in at the designated trailhead.
I camped nearby for over a week and each morning I'd hike over to the trail. The first morning I noticed a stick which was obviously used as a walking stick and had been propped up against a sign so I used it. After I completed my hike, I placed the stick back but in a different position so whoever might have left it, if they hiked there again, would know someone else had enjoyed it. I did this each morning. And each morning the stick was again placed against the sign.
About the 7th or 8th day, I hiked to the trailhead and regrettably the stick was gone. I went ahead and hiked the trail, which is really a nature preserve and terribly overgrown. I never saw another living soul on the trail, other than a deer which followed me on a couple of occasions. It was season and I thought she was leading me away from her fawn, possibly. She kept her distance and all was fine.
For some reason, this morning, I got turned around. The trails were marked but I couldnt figure my way out that day. My golden was still a puppy and she was getting tired and I started getting a troubled feeling. No way I should have been lost but I was. I could not navigate at all.
I took an outlet which was unfamiliar and it seemed to go on for far too long. I was out of water and it was about to start a rain and my puppy started laying down, she was so tired.
I see a clearing with sunlight coming in ands I feel relieved so I start to follow the light. Just as I thought I was coming to the end I see man standing in front of us. He didnt speak. He was quite a bit older and not dressed for the outdoors. He was wearing clothes that looked decades old and I could smell mothballs. We just stared at each other. He was gray, he was so pale and I thought he must not be a hiker, maybe he was a local and was lost.
Suddenly, the man smiled and reached out with his hand toward me. He was holding the walking stick.
I made my legs move and nudged my puppy and we walked slowly past the man. Not 5 feet away was a clearing. I don't know why but I picked up my puppy and I ran. I turned to look back and the man was still standing there, at the clearing, holding the walking stick out in my direction. And then, he was gone.
That was the last morning I hiked the trail.
I was startled...
The one that sticks out in my mind happened while I was hiking a short 2 mile trail that looped often giving several ways out but only one way in at the designated trailhead.
I camped nearby for over a week and each morning I'd hike over to the trail. The first morning I noticed a stick which was obviously used as a walking stick and had been propped up against a sign so I used it. After I completed my hike, I placed the stick back but in a different position so whoever might have left it, if they hiked there again, would know someone else had enjoyed it. I did this each morning. And each morning the stick was again placed against the sign.
About the 7th or 8th day, I hiked to the trailhead and regrettably the stick was gone. I went ahead and hiked the trail, which is really a nature preserve and terribly overgrown. I never saw another living soul on the trail, other than a deer which followed me on a couple of occasions. It was season and I thought she was leading me away from her fawn, possibly. She kept her distance and all was fine.
For some reason, this morning, I got turned around. The trails were marked but I couldnt figure my way out that day. My golden was still a puppy and she was getting tired and I started getting a troubled feeling. No way I should have been lost but I was. I could not navigate at all.
I took an outlet which was unfamiliar and it seemed to go on for far too long. I was out of water and it was about to start a rain and my puppy started laying down, she was so tired.
I see a clearing with sunlight coming in ands I feel relieved so I start to follow the light. Just as I thought I was coming to the end I see man standing in front of us. He didnt speak. He was quite a bit older and not dressed for the outdoors. He was wearing clothes that looked decades old and I could smell mothballs. We just stared at each other. He was gray, he was so pale and I thought he must not be a hiker, maybe he was a local and was lost.
Suddenly, the man smiled and reached out with his hand toward me. He was holding the walking stick.
I made my legs move and nudged my puppy and we walked slowly past the man. Not 5 feet away was a clearing. I don't know why but I picked up my puppy and I ran. I turned to look back and the man was still standing there, at the clearing, holding the walking stick out in my direction. And then, he was gone.
That was the last morning I hiked the trail.
I was startled...
