It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Strange picnic. The story takes place in August of 2013 in the mountains of Southern Oregon.

Southern Oregon is criss-crossed with logging roads, some actively used, and many totally forgotten and grown over.

My buddy Nick and I spent many hours driving into the mountains, exploring forgotten roads.

As a sweltering hot day began to turn into thunderstorms, Nick and I decided to go explore

some back roads to get out of the heat in town.

With storm clouds building over the mountains we set off on a road we had never been on and began to drive into the mountains.

After driving for around an hour, we hadn't seen or heard any signs of other people in the woods.

We rounded a bend in the thick fir woods and emerged in a meadow that was totally surrounded by thick aspen groves.

The meadow was perfectly flat and eerily still.

We noticed the strange stillness almost immediately.

No birds, hardly any insect noise, no squirrels, and certainly no other people.

On the far side of the meadow, right at the edge of the tree line, there was a picnic table.

However, the table was very odd.

It was painted a bright orange and was much larger than a typical picnic table in the park.

Nick drove through the meadow to get a closer look.

I remember being apprehensive as we

approached. The whole scenario was exceptionally strange. It was nearly

impossible to see far into the trees as Aspen's grow extremely close together.

When we parked by the table I hopped out of the passenger seat of the truck to check it out.

The table was ridiculously oversized and practically unusable.

The seats were nearly at chess level, meaning I would have to climb up to even sit on them.

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