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18 plus, next required, cheapest product free, available in store and online, excluding locals, subject to availability, teas and sees apply. I'm posting this here because it's the only place I can describe what happened without

someone immediately deciding I'm either exaggerating or trying to be spooky on purpose.

I'm not.

I'm not looking for attention.

I'm a regular person with a regular job.

And I've always been the kind of hiker who overpacks and triple checks the forecast.

I carried a satellite messenger before my friends thought it was normal. I keep paper maps in my

glove box. I don't drink on the trail. I don't wander off route to chase a cool view. I'm saying that

up front because the easiest way for strangers to file this away

is to assume I did something careless and scary things naturally followed. What happened didn't

start with me being reckless. It started with me making what should have been a boring decision

on a Friday afternoon. Go out alone for one night, hike a loop I'd been saving, and be back

before lunch the next day. This was late September, a shoulder season weekend where the heat

breaks and the trees start to look tired around the edges. The place was a section of mixed

public forest and private inholdings in the inland northwest, a few hours from where I live.

I'm not naming the exact trailhead because of what I found, and because the county sheriff asked me

not to, which I'm honoring even though I don't think they're going to do anything about it.

If you know the region, you know the kind of landscape I'm talking about. Old logging

roads that never fully disappear, regrowth so thick it turns daylight into green dusk,

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