Randsom
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A few years back in October(2021) my family went on a Glamping trip. We reserved a spot on the north slope of the Wasatch mountain range in Utah. We had to drive up to Wyoming and drop back down into Utah to reach the site. It's beautiful country up there. All the pines and aspen trees and the mountain views are hard to beat.
The spot we reserved is in a campsite just northwest of the Christmas Meadows campground and the spots are huge. Our spot nicknamed "the meadow" had space for our trailer and my in-laws RV. There was space for about 5 other trailers with a giant fire pit in the middle. The entire site was surrounded by dense pines and aspen trees and a large hill on the east and the north side.
The second day there my 9 year old, mid functioning autistic, son kept wandering off with the dog and in his own words he was "off on a Bilbo adventure."
Our dog, Buck, is a pretty big dog that is very protective of my wife and 3 kids. So no worries. After being gone for about 15 minutes they both returned and I asked how his adventure went. He said it was great and that he had a long conversation with the campers next to us pointing to the north hill. I hadn't noticed anyone being there and hadn't heard anyone drive in while we were there, but I thought I'd walk over and thank them for being so nice to my son, and apologize for his trespass in their site.
I walked passed site after site and was starting to think that maybe they had already packed up, but they never drove past us to leave either so I kept walking. Eventually I had walked about a half mile away from camp and I never found the other campers but I did find a strange obstacle off to the side of the road. Someone had built a log blockade over a path with some nice stain finished wood. They looked pretty new but I knew the sites weren't anywhere near private land, and so thinking the path had been blocked to off road vehicles, I ducked underneath and continued my walk.
All day the air was full of birdsong and a slight breeze that made the aspen leaves dance with their beautiful fall leaves. The moment I crossed under the blockade though, all the sounds of the forest seemed to be muffled. Even my footsteps on the dirt road made less sound. I was intrigued. At just that moment my push to talk radio went off, it was my wife, it was time for lunch. I turned back but made a mental note that I would return and explore the blocked path.
Things were normal again, birds singing and we could hear other campers driving into the other spots around us, but still nobody driving to the north campground toward the mysterious blocked road. The day turned to evening and then after dinner it was time to get the kids to bed. After that fun filled event I decided to take Buck for a walk. I grabbed a flashlight and we both took off into the darkness.
That dog was really enjoying himself, dashing back and forth smelling this, marking that and grabbing whatever stick he could fit in his mouth and returning to me to have me throw it. One of these tosses I saw that we had somehow wound up back at the blocked path. I directed the beam of the flashlight over the logs of the blockade. I asked Buck if we should continue up that path, me being very curious as to what is up there. I ducked under the logs again and just as before, all sound was muffled as I walked up the path. Buck though wasn't running back and forth in front of me anymore, in fact, I couldn't see him at all. I turned my light back where I had come and there was Buck sitting and whinning on the other side of the logs.
I was beginning to feel a bit pretentious about this path.
A small breeze was beginning to blow down the path, almost like a small push for me to turn back, but I wanted to see what was at the top of the hill. I walked a bit further and the dog started to freak out. He still wouldn't cross under the logs and he was apparently losing his little canine mind. The breeze grew stronger with every step and then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. A heavy feeling of dread and fear crept down the path toward me. I stopped. I was familiar with this feeling with past experiences with the unexplained. I turned back, but, I wanted to return in the daylight, I was going to see what was at the end of the road.
After returning to the trailer I got ready for bed, hopped in and started settling in for the night. One thing about being in the mountains and the forest is that there are always sounds that your mind will use to try and trick you into a panic. But this time Buck wasn't able to ignore the sounds either. I heard something outside the trailer, like someone walking on the pine needles and dead leaves behind where the trailer was parked. Buck's head shot up as he sniffed the air, and he got down off the end of the bed to sniff at the bottom of the door. Then he started to growl. At this moment I rolled out of bed and I grabbed my rifle. I'm a bit of an enthusiast so I had a few firarms with me and this rifle was large enough to handle the bears. The trailer started to move back and forth slightly as if something was pushing hard on the side, and Buck let out one angry bark. The shaking stopped with a loud bang on the outside wall. I was in my boots, and turned on all the outside lights and checked out the windows first before opening the door. Buck sprang out of the trailer and off into the night. I could hear him running all over the site chasing the scent of whatever it was. I climbed down the steps and closed and locked the door behind me. Then with rifle and flashlight in hand I followed Buck.
He was pretty easy to follow, he made so much noise as he tracked. Eventually I caught up with him and he was still as a statue starring hard into the night. I flashed my light in the direction he was pointing and lo and behold, we were back at the log blockade. Now my curiosity was peaked. What was up there? Buck and I returned to the trailer and the night finished without incident, and surprisingly the wife and kids never woke up, the rocking and the noise, not even a stir. They had sawed logs through the whole thing.
The next morning after breakfast, my son kept bugging me about going on a hike.
So, we picked a path that ran west toward the river. Buck came along and we began our days journey. The hike was about 3 miles there and I gotta say, it was one of the creepiest hikes I've been. It almost seemed like shadowy heads kept peeking around the dark side of anything with a shadow, behind trees, rocks, and large fallen logs.
Buck didn't seem to notice anything though so I just chalked it up to a not so restful night.
But the story is just starting and the day ended.
That night everyone was sound asleep again, and I'm the last one awake, again. That's when I hear the footsteps over crunchy leaves again. I grabbed my rifle, and waited, and Buck jumped awake. He was down and at the door again sniffing at the crack at the bottom and I waited for the rocking. But this did not happen, instead a light tapping started from the door and traveled down the side of the trailer until it reached the window next to the bed. Now, there is me thinking i can get the drop on this thing, I throw open the door and again Buck rushes out and starts sniffing around the trailer. He makes a few laps and then comes back and starts to whine. Like me he can sense there is something there but just can't see it. We go back inside and go to sleep. Still the family slept through it.
The next day my wife's brother and his wife pull in and they brought thier dog who is like best friends with mine. They ran all over the place tackling and biting, they were having a blast. After breakfast my oldest daughter, who was 5, wants to go on a hike with me this time, and like my son, I let her choose which direction to go. Of course she chooses the north hill. I asked if she was sure, thinking in my mind about the experience I had the first night. She was adamantly sure this was her choice. "Ok then," and we set off.
When we had gotten out of sight of the camp and we were about to clear the trees that hide the log blockade, my daughter lets out and excited squeal. She had found some painted rocks that were set at the entrance of the site that bumps up to the bottom of the hill. They were pink and she just had to have them. Of course I obliged, but because they were a little on the large side, I convinced her that we would grab them on the way back.
The blockade obviously was still there and when we ducked under the logs there was a slight difference in the atmosphere but sound was not muffled like before. Maybe I was just imagining things.
The path up the hill wasn't very steep so my daughter wasn't too tired.
We crested the hill and what is before our eyes is incredible.
The path now had become a road and wound down the hill and then trailed through a large hollow. As we walked this road there were clearings on both sides of the road as if these used to be house plots. Each of these plots had a large rock next to the road. I counted about 6 large rocks. As we crossed to the other side of the clearing we had to climb another hill to follow the road. On the other side you could clearly see a half built/destroyed cabin. So we explored it a bit.
The wood it was made from was old, like as grey as wood can go before rotting, old. Something weird though was the front door faced north, away from the dirt road.
After we had explored around, my daughter wanted to get back and play.
As we were walking back up the hill I started hearing snapping branches in the trees next to us.
Then I heard running, but could not see what was making the noise. My daughter got real close and I pulled my pistol from my belt. The sound would get closer and closer then just like that it would fade away. Was the noise being made by whatever presence I felt two nights before? I got the feeling we were being toyed with.
With one arm around my daughter and the other with gun in hand we walked fast while the woods were silent and stopped when the breaking branches returned, now accompanied with snarling and growling. Was this some kind of animal?
My daughter began to cry softly as we stood still, waiting for anything to happen. I bent down low so I could whisper in her ear. "If something happens to me, run as fast as you can, follow the path back to camp and tell everyone." She said "No" and wrapped her arms tight around my leg. The trees were thick on both sides of the road before you get back to the clearing and where we were, there were tall bushes and brush blocking our view.
The sounds seemed to make a sharp turn toward us and got louder and louder and my daughters grip around my leg got tighter. I raised my pistol at the woods and waited. My daughter screamed loud and long when suddenly a couple of stupid dogs rolled out of the brush tackling and biting each other.
Buck and my brother-in-law's dog(Pax) must have followed us up here but played in the woods the whole time. Good thing I was taught at an early age to know what you are going to shoot at before you shoot. My daughter's grip around my leg released and after calling the dogs dummies we returned back to camp grabbing the pink stones on the way. The stones were placed in the camp where the kids were playing and that night whatever it was never returned to our trailer.
We plan to go back several times this year, 2022. Should I got back through the blockade again at night, to find out what lurks there? Maybe discover if whatever was coming to my trailer at night still lives in their rundown cabin over the north hill? I'm super curious and excited to find out.
The spot we reserved is in a campsite just northwest of the Christmas Meadows campground and the spots are huge. Our spot nicknamed "the meadow" had space for our trailer and my in-laws RV. There was space for about 5 other trailers with a giant fire pit in the middle. The entire site was surrounded by dense pines and aspen trees and a large hill on the east and the north side.
The second day there my 9 year old, mid functioning autistic, son kept wandering off with the dog and in his own words he was "off on a Bilbo adventure."
Our dog, Buck, is a pretty big dog that is very protective of my wife and 3 kids. So no worries. After being gone for about 15 minutes they both returned and I asked how his adventure went. He said it was great and that he had a long conversation with the campers next to us pointing to the north hill. I hadn't noticed anyone being there and hadn't heard anyone drive in while we were there, but I thought I'd walk over and thank them for being so nice to my son, and apologize for his trespass in their site.
I walked passed site after site and was starting to think that maybe they had already packed up, but they never drove past us to leave either so I kept walking. Eventually I had walked about a half mile away from camp and I never found the other campers but I did find a strange obstacle off to the side of the road. Someone had built a log blockade over a path with some nice stain finished wood. They looked pretty new but I knew the sites weren't anywhere near private land, and so thinking the path had been blocked to off road vehicles, I ducked underneath and continued my walk.
All day the air was full of birdsong and a slight breeze that made the aspen leaves dance with their beautiful fall leaves. The moment I crossed under the blockade though, all the sounds of the forest seemed to be muffled. Even my footsteps on the dirt road made less sound. I was intrigued. At just that moment my push to talk radio went off, it was my wife, it was time for lunch. I turned back but made a mental note that I would return and explore the blocked path.
Things were normal again, birds singing and we could hear other campers driving into the other spots around us, but still nobody driving to the north campground toward the mysterious blocked road. The day turned to evening and then after dinner it was time to get the kids to bed. After that fun filled event I decided to take Buck for a walk. I grabbed a flashlight and we both took off into the darkness.
That dog was really enjoying himself, dashing back and forth smelling this, marking that and grabbing whatever stick he could fit in his mouth and returning to me to have me throw it. One of these tosses I saw that we had somehow wound up back at the blocked path. I directed the beam of the flashlight over the logs of the blockade. I asked Buck if we should continue up that path, me being very curious as to what is up there. I ducked under the logs again and just as before, all sound was muffled as I walked up the path. Buck though wasn't running back and forth in front of me anymore, in fact, I couldn't see him at all. I turned my light back where I had come and there was Buck sitting and whinning on the other side of the logs.
I was beginning to feel a bit pretentious about this path.
A small breeze was beginning to blow down the path, almost like a small push for me to turn back, but I wanted to see what was at the top of the hill. I walked a bit further and the dog started to freak out. He still wouldn't cross under the logs and he was apparently losing his little canine mind. The breeze grew stronger with every step and then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. A heavy feeling of dread and fear crept down the path toward me. I stopped. I was familiar with this feeling with past experiences with the unexplained. I turned back, but, I wanted to return in the daylight, I was going to see what was at the end of the road.
After returning to the trailer I got ready for bed, hopped in and started settling in for the night. One thing about being in the mountains and the forest is that there are always sounds that your mind will use to try and trick you into a panic. But this time Buck wasn't able to ignore the sounds either. I heard something outside the trailer, like someone walking on the pine needles and dead leaves behind where the trailer was parked. Buck's head shot up as he sniffed the air, and he got down off the end of the bed to sniff at the bottom of the door. Then he started to growl. At this moment I rolled out of bed and I grabbed my rifle. I'm a bit of an enthusiast so I had a few firarms with me and this rifle was large enough to handle the bears. The trailer started to move back and forth slightly as if something was pushing hard on the side, and Buck let out one angry bark. The shaking stopped with a loud bang on the outside wall. I was in my boots, and turned on all the outside lights and checked out the windows first before opening the door. Buck sprang out of the trailer and off into the night. I could hear him running all over the site chasing the scent of whatever it was. I climbed down the steps and closed and locked the door behind me. Then with rifle and flashlight in hand I followed Buck.
He was pretty easy to follow, he made so much noise as he tracked. Eventually I caught up with him and he was still as a statue starring hard into the night. I flashed my light in the direction he was pointing and lo and behold, we were back at the log blockade. Now my curiosity was peaked. What was up there? Buck and I returned to the trailer and the night finished without incident, and surprisingly the wife and kids never woke up, the rocking and the noise, not even a stir. They had sawed logs through the whole thing.
The next morning after breakfast, my son kept bugging me about going on a hike.
So, we picked a path that ran west toward the river. Buck came along and we began our days journey. The hike was about 3 miles there and I gotta say, it was one of the creepiest hikes I've been. It almost seemed like shadowy heads kept peeking around the dark side of anything with a shadow, behind trees, rocks, and large fallen logs.
Buck didn't seem to notice anything though so I just chalked it up to a not so restful night.
But the story is just starting and the day ended.
That night everyone was sound asleep again, and I'm the last one awake, again. That's when I hear the footsteps over crunchy leaves again. I grabbed my rifle, and waited, and Buck jumped awake. He was down and at the door again sniffing at the crack at the bottom and I waited for the rocking. But this did not happen, instead a light tapping started from the door and traveled down the side of the trailer until it reached the window next to the bed. Now, there is me thinking i can get the drop on this thing, I throw open the door and again Buck rushes out and starts sniffing around the trailer. He makes a few laps and then comes back and starts to whine. Like me he can sense there is something there but just can't see it. We go back inside and go to sleep. Still the family slept through it.
The next day my wife's brother and his wife pull in and they brought thier dog who is like best friends with mine. They ran all over the place tackling and biting, they were having a blast. After breakfast my oldest daughter, who was 5, wants to go on a hike with me this time, and like my son, I let her choose which direction to go. Of course she chooses the north hill. I asked if she was sure, thinking in my mind about the experience I had the first night. She was adamantly sure this was her choice. "Ok then," and we set off.
When we had gotten out of sight of the camp and we were about to clear the trees that hide the log blockade, my daughter lets out and excited squeal. She had found some painted rocks that were set at the entrance of the site that bumps up to the bottom of the hill. They were pink and she just had to have them. Of course I obliged, but because they were a little on the large side, I convinced her that we would grab them on the way back.
The blockade obviously was still there and when we ducked under the logs there was a slight difference in the atmosphere but sound was not muffled like before. Maybe I was just imagining things.
The path up the hill wasn't very steep so my daughter wasn't too tired.
We crested the hill and what is before our eyes is incredible.
The path now had become a road and wound down the hill and then trailed through a large hollow. As we walked this road there were clearings on both sides of the road as if these used to be house plots. Each of these plots had a large rock next to the road. I counted about 6 large rocks. As we crossed to the other side of the clearing we had to climb another hill to follow the road. On the other side you could clearly see a half built/destroyed cabin. So we explored it a bit.
The wood it was made from was old, like as grey as wood can go before rotting, old. Something weird though was the front door faced north, away from the dirt road.
After we had explored around, my daughter wanted to get back and play.
As we were walking back up the hill I started hearing snapping branches in the trees next to us.
Then I heard running, but could not see what was making the noise. My daughter got real close and I pulled my pistol from my belt. The sound would get closer and closer then just like that it would fade away. Was the noise being made by whatever presence I felt two nights before? I got the feeling we were being toyed with.
With one arm around my daughter and the other with gun in hand we walked fast while the woods were silent and stopped when the breaking branches returned, now accompanied with snarling and growling. Was this some kind of animal?
My daughter began to cry softly as we stood still, waiting for anything to happen. I bent down low so I could whisper in her ear. "If something happens to me, run as fast as you can, follow the path back to camp and tell everyone." She said "No" and wrapped her arms tight around my leg. The trees were thick on both sides of the road before you get back to the clearing and where we were, there were tall bushes and brush blocking our view.
The sounds seemed to make a sharp turn toward us and got louder and louder and my daughters grip around my leg got tighter. I raised my pistol at the woods and waited. My daughter screamed loud and long when suddenly a couple of stupid dogs rolled out of the brush tackling and biting each other.
Buck and my brother-in-law's dog(Pax) must have followed us up here but played in the woods the whole time. Good thing I was taught at an early age to know what you are going to shoot at before you shoot. My daughter's grip around my leg released and after calling the dogs dummies we returned back to camp grabbing the pink stones on the way. The stones were placed in the camp where the kids were playing and that night whatever it was never returned to our trailer.
We plan to go back several times this year, 2022. Should I got back through the blockade again at night, to find out what lurks there? Maybe discover if whatever was coming to my trailer at night still lives in their rundown cabin over the north hill? I'm super curious and excited to find out.
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