Sulaco
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kdcknves, Thanks for giving us that glimpse in to your childhood. That sounds like a neat place to grow up. That's quite a story about the dog guarding you. It doesn't surprise me though. Great story!
I have been accused of being hyper-paranoid a time or twelve myself. I've also had some pretty scary incidents, though nothing ever really happened. Maybe my hyper-paranoia isn't such a bad thing afterall? Hmmm...
The one that really comes to mind right now is the last time my wife and I stayed at a particular camp site. It's in a state park but it's one of the "primitive" sites. This means you have to hike in and there's no running water or electricity. I prefer it for tent camping because it gets us well away from the RV'ers. This one particular weekend, we had neighbors in the site next to us the first night (can barely see each other through the woods in daylight) and nothing untoward happened. The next night we were alone in the primitive area.
Around about midnight or so, I woke up and could tell something woke me up because I was instantly alert. I don't know what it was that woke me, but I knew something did. I nudged my wife and she said, "I'm awake". I asked her if she heard something and she said she wasn't sure, she just woke up. I thought that was strange that we would both wake up. So I laid there for a bit just listening and didn't hear anything. My fire had died down to just embers and I couldn't really see any light at all outside the tent. I was just about to doze back off when I heard footsteps.
Now here's the problem: nobody has any business being on the trail to our site unless they are coming to our site. It's the last one on the trail (only four total) and it just stops at our site. As I listened, I could hear the faint steps growing slightly louder and louder, which meant they were coming towards us. I was sitting up, gun/light in hand at this point, waiting to zip open the tent and confront whoever/whatever it was (if it was legit, they would have announced themselves, had a light, made more noise, this wasn't legit sounding at all and my hackles were up).
As the steps got the loudest (and when I say "loud", I really just mean the most audible. Whoever it was it was obvious they were trying not to make any noise.), they stopped. I was literally holding in a breath, waiting to shout out some loud obscenity as I lunged out of the tent, planning to do who knows what! But for some reason, I just froze. In what seemed like hours, but I am sure were just a few short seconds, the footsteps started up again heading away from us, in the opposite direction from which we originally heard them coming in (on the trail). This meant they were now in the woods and the funny things is, they weren't making any more noise than they had been on the trail!
So there I found myself, frozen in wonder/terror at this strange apparition which had seemed to be toying with me, or just oblivious to me even being there at all. After a few seconds of composing myself, I packed up my kit and my wife and hi-tailed it out of there! My wife thought I was crazy, but my hackles never went back to normal until we were well clear of that place.
I have to admit, hauling all of my kit back down that trail at midnight was not fun. Nor was it fun cleaning/sorting it all the next day at the house. But looking back, I stand by my decision and know it was the right thing to do.
The funny thing? In about two weeks we'll be back at that same campground, in that SAME primitive site! Ack!!!!! I think this time I might rig up some motion detector lights or something. Of course, that may not work at all....
I have been accused of being hyper-paranoid a time or twelve myself. I've also had some pretty scary incidents, though nothing ever really happened. Maybe my hyper-paranoia isn't such a bad thing afterall? Hmmm...
The one that really comes to mind right now is the last time my wife and I stayed at a particular camp site. It's in a state park but it's one of the "primitive" sites. This means you have to hike in and there's no running water or electricity. I prefer it for tent camping because it gets us well away from the RV'ers. This one particular weekend, we had neighbors in the site next to us the first night (can barely see each other through the woods in daylight) and nothing untoward happened. The next night we were alone in the primitive area.
Around about midnight or so, I woke up and could tell something woke me up because I was instantly alert. I don't know what it was that woke me, but I knew something did. I nudged my wife and she said, "I'm awake". I asked her if she heard something and she said she wasn't sure, she just woke up. I thought that was strange that we would both wake up. So I laid there for a bit just listening and didn't hear anything. My fire had died down to just embers and I couldn't really see any light at all outside the tent. I was just about to doze back off when I heard footsteps.
Now here's the problem: nobody has any business being on the trail to our site unless they are coming to our site. It's the last one on the trail (only four total) and it just stops at our site. As I listened, I could hear the faint steps growing slightly louder and louder, which meant they were coming towards us. I was sitting up, gun/light in hand at this point, waiting to zip open the tent and confront whoever/whatever it was (if it was legit, they would have announced themselves, had a light, made more noise, this wasn't legit sounding at all and my hackles were up).
As the steps got the loudest (and when I say "loud", I really just mean the most audible. Whoever it was it was obvious they were trying not to make any noise.), they stopped. I was literally holding in a breath, waiting to shout out some loud obscenity as I lunged out of the tent, planning to do who knows what! But for some reason, I just froze. In what seemed like hours, but I am sure were just a few short seconds, the footsteps started up again heading away from us, in the opposite direction from which we originally heard them coming in (on the trail). This meant they were now in the woods and the funny things is, they weren't making any more noise than they had been on the trail!
So there I found myself, frozen in wonder/terror at this strange apparition which had seemed to be toying with me, or just oblivious to me even being there at all. After a few seconds of composing myself, I packed up my kit and my wife and hi-tailed it out of there! My wife thought I was crazy, but my hackles never went back to normal until we were well clear of that place.
I have to admit, hauling all of my kit back down that trail at midnight was not fun. Nor was it fun cleaning/sorting it all the next day at the house. But looking back, I stand by my decision and know it was the right thing to do.
The funny thing? In about two weeks we'll be back at that same campground, in that SAME primitive site! Ack!!!!! I think this time I might rig up some motion detector lights or something. Of course, that may not work at all....