Excellent Adventure

As we began our journey down the narrowing road, the forest encroaching more and more into the roadway, we joked about the movie, "The Blair Witch Project". The movie was about a trio of knuckleheaded cheechako college kids lost in the woods of the northeastern US while seeking the elusive Blair Witch. Of course the witch gets them in the end - and the movie is realistically portrayed through the viewfinder of a video camera. Kind of like us peering through the windshield.

Then, we started to notice things. Scary things. Things we couldn't explain. It wasn't funny anymore. Like the street sign at the right. How did it get here?

We didn't know and dared not surmise.

Then there was this small square marked by trees - quadralateral rectangle, actually - in the middle of the woods. One tree, the one in the due south corner, had been stripped bare of its life-giving bark. What could it mean? Was some evil ritual performed here? Did something horrible, something that ran contrary to the decent nature of God and man alike, foul this pristine garden?

A cold breeze blew by.
We moved on.
Faster.



Strange birch tree growths	A small herd of panic-stricken 4 wheelers blow past us. What did they see? What was their original number?	Not a berry ... a fishhook! Why?

At the far left, an abandoned tire claim check rest on cold, lifeless granite. No owners and no reason why.

A pickup rusts slowly amongst the brush that now grows through its tortured frame. What screams were heard when it came to this forsaken place?

So we left this foreboding area ... but whatever was there ... is still there. Waiting.

At night, when its dark and you're alone ... and the voices come ...

The voices may come from here. And if you stare long enough into the verdant veil of evil, you may just see the mystery of Castle Mountain and hear the eerie song of silence it sings.