Rollicking Deep Woods BizarreSubmitted by RoadSong at 2015-02-17 12:42:40 EST
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A month ago I was camping and sitting by my campfire at dusk. A swooping sound came along the river, at first making a sound like a lasso rope when you're throwing a big loop. A disturbance of the air. I heard it coming from behind me and I didn't move. It came closer and I KNEW it was coming for me. I was the target and it was coming straight for me. I still couldn't move. Next there was a tiny whining near my left ear that got louder by the second. Reminds me of a dentist drill. Soon it was IN my ear and I could hear the rest (the main noise was still on it's way) coming too. I knew that if it entered my brain I was a goner. You know when you hear a bee heading for you? It was kinda like that. You remain still hoping it will buzz off.
Before the multitude reached me, I threw myself out of my chair and bolted for the RV. Couldn't hold my ground, couldn't do anything but flee. Slammed and locked the door and didn't venture out till the next day. It reminds me of tales I have heard about certain weapons that can disable people with sound. When I launched out of my camp chair, it was not a choice, more like that self preservation phenomena that just takes...
My camp is in a small valley with a river. I heard thrashing in the water. I have ridden a horse and crossed the river here before. This thing crossing now was as large or larger than a horse from the noise it was making. It was dark and I could not see what it was, I figured it must be a bear, so I went inside RV and peered out the window. There was a small light on the river! I shined a spotlight out the window trying to figure out what was going on. I was so intent on seeing the source of the light, I was scrambling from window to window in such a hurry that I actually fell twice trying to see what it was. Now, I have never fallen in my RV before, it's a wonder I didn't break a bone.
This stretch of river is dear to me, I worked here many years. This is my camp of choice, remote and deserted, yet not too far from my cabin on the banks of Rattlesnake Creek. In the photo by Messick below, my room was in the peak of the attic of the building on the left. A forest fire roared in and turned the camp to cinders. The fire burned 400 square MILES of forest. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rim_Fire
My forays into the wilds are solitary and prolonged. Tweeter the Wonder Dog does come along of course.. The birds and squirrels know me and keep me company, the coyotes howl and serenade me in the darkest hours, and sometimes leave me presents on my table.
I know what dwells here. The sounds coming from the woods this winter are not normal or what I expect. What has come to this place?
I am not the fearful sort who thinks she hears boogers in the dark. I usually stay up all night rolling logs into the fire and watching celestial events. This winter has changed my routine. I now retire into the RV at dusk and recline inside on the bed, watch the river, and listen to a download of my uncle Wayne playing something silky..
I am not the sort that shares my weirdness on mainstream social media. I save it for ÜBERSITE! If my loved ones knew about the high strangeness going on up country, they might not think I should go up there alone anymore...
I remain loyal to the river. The sounds described in this post have not been heard before. I am investing in some good trail cams with night vision, and no visible flash. I do want to see what is out there.
There was also a disconcerting HISSING coming from the woods one night that I couldn't identify. I built the fire bigger and held my ground...
Strange days eh? :)
Because of the light I saw, I am thinking it was NOT a bear in the river after all.
Here is the exact place where this happened.
tim messick image.jpg
after the forest fire.jpg