48 - Cars in the hillside.
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I saw one of those things today that bothers my
brain for a while, because it's just so baffling.
I was hiking around in the woods in the hills
behind the complex the other day, trying to
install PJ's cellphone-on-a-stick thingies here
and there as part of our ogre warning system. And
it wasn't going so well, because this small bunch
of goblins are tracking me as I go. I would set
one device up, walk away, and when I look back,
they're trying to pull the stake out of the ground
and take the phone off it. Or pulling off the
plastic baggie we put on them for water proofing,
and putting it over their head. And I'm just
thinking like, over your head, really? That's a
very poor decision.
Anyways, there's a lot of trails back there, and
rugged in parts as you go out further. And since I
go there a lot I get to thinking I've explored
about all of it. And I take this fork in the trail
that I was sure I had gone down before, but pretty
soon I realize I'm somewhere unfamiliar. And I
follow it up over this ridge I don't remember, and
then I'm coming down into a lower area.
I couldn't believe what I saw. Looking down, there
is this sort of steep-sided little valley, hidden
from all sides, and the slopes have old cars
somehow embedded into them. There must have been
dozens of them, buried sideways into the hillside,
so that only the driver-side of each was
visible. I can't even imagine how these came to be
here - there is no road, and even if there was how
could anyone bury them this way. Not to mention
why. And then I remember all those dirty cars at
my dad's place that he won't tell me where they're
from, and I get this weird feeling in my stomach.
I scramble over to look inside a few of ones that
I could get to. I see blankets and bottles and
other items that make me think somebody was in
there at some point. But I don't know what to make
of all this.
