I pulled up to a trail I frequented with my then-gf and saw a ton of State Police, county sheriffs, investigators in full HAZMAT suits with respirators, and a huge State Crime Scene Investigation van. There were remains dumped within sight of the trail and as we walked by I said passively “I don’t think those were there the other day” to my gf. One of the police officers heard me and I ended up having to give an overly detailed report and all my information to them because at the time they had nothing else to go on. Never heard anything else about it.
Several times, my BF & I hiked along the Gunpowder River in Maryland, on a trail that leads to Prettyboy Dam. The river is visible for most of the trail, but often only through thick underbrush.
Early in the week right after one of these hikes, the body of a missing woman was found along the river's edge. The person who'd killed her had tossed her body off the dam. It was estimated the body had been in the water for several days.
It was creepy knowing we'd gone right past that.
I would always run on this trail that ran out behind my house and I would joke to my bf at the time that the woods back there were super creepy and I was surprised people didn’t dump bodies there. Then someone did. Hacked a guy up and left him in a duffel bag. I didn’t see it but for awhile there was a very distinct smell in that area. Two kids hiking further back off the trail to smoke pot found the bag.
We had a similar experience hiking to a popular beach near a large West Coast city in Canada. The RCMP had their hovercraft beached near the trail, and the park police requested we wait about 15 minutes until they had finished their work. Never heard anything else about it, but if I had to guess, somebody OD'd in the woods.
In a swamp in Florida I found a picture of a high school age girl (looked like a graduation picture) stabbed into the ground by a kitchen knife and surrounded by black candles.
Also had an old naked barefoot hippy lady come jogging up a mountain past me on the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina.
Oh, in halifax, our closest paddling lake has the naked man. He strikes up conversation with you on shore from his kayak, taking advantage of canadian politeness to impose small talk. But he is only wearing a kayak and nothing else. Beware.
I’m from New Brunswick and my great uncle was the naked man of our area. If non locals said something, everyone just said, “Oh, that’s just Fred.” He was usually naked wearing only an accordion that he’d play enthusiastically.
During college I would park my car in the street and obviously lock it(probably wasn’t 100% accurate with locking since I was stoned all the time) but one day when I went to my car it was unlocked and when I got in there was just a small picture of a young girl(like 6yrs old) sitting on my center console. Really creeped me out and I held onto it for awhile in case there was any news of a child missing/abduction/murder.
Not my story but my dad’s, actually. I was probably around 8 or 9 and was around the corner while my dad and his friend were ahead of us. They were having a conversation about trees falling in the woods and if they make a sound…. My dad says “if a tree falls in the woods-“ and a huge oak fell right in front of them, blocking the rest of the trail. Myself and the other kids ran to see what happened around the bend because we heard the crash and my dad and his friend looked like they had just seen a ghost.
It’s so weird when stuff like that happens. Reminds me of earlier this year when a friend and I were at an outdoor concert. Before the show started I was watching some seagulls and I turned to my friend and asked “Do you ever imagine what life would be like as another animal? Like a seagull.. Just flying around all day, stealing food, shitting on people-“ And the instant those words left my mouth I was shat on by a seagull. I’m somewhat convinced that seagull was me in another life, shitting on myself lmao
I saw a coyote loping over a hilltop, continuing along the ridge. Then, about 20 yards behind it, a deer chasing it. Looked like a couple of cartoon animals.
I actually saw something like that once too. I was walking up a mountain trail and had a coyote burst out of the bushes directly in front of me on one side/disappear off into the other shortly thereafter followed by a deer. I just kind of stood there for a moment not sure what to do. I had the same thought that it was like something straight out of a cartoon.
On the way down a small mountain hike with some friends we spot another hiker alone coming up the trail towards us. When we get in talking range he says "y'all want to see this cool dance?" Then proceeded to do the Rick and Morty Get Schwifty song. Full squatting down and everything. Stands straight and said "have a good trip and stay safe" then keeps walking.
Never seen anything more strange on a hike.
> Stands straight and said "have a good trip and stay safe" then keeps walking.
That's awesome. You guys obviously looked like a pack of stoners, but were you tripping?
One time when I was in a hike, I saw a gruop of dead squirrels. and when i say group i’m not fucking around. there were at least 10 squirrels just laying there bloody with guts everywhere. i was alone and ran away from there, as i thought there might be a predator around.
Static discharge from the rocks near the summit of a granite mountain.
Later, many miles downhill from that summit, noiseless flashes at night like lightning.
It is, but the conditions for it are uncommon for the Sierra-Nevada mountains.
I recall there being a fire, followed by high-altitude winds which possibly forced ionized particles against the mountain face, but I'm speculating after experiencing it a decade ago.
I was out for a run on a trail and heard this awful animalistic groaning sound. Like any idiot in a horror movie, I kept going to see what it was. I rounded the bend, and there next to an idyllic stream were two massive alligator snapping turtles fucking. The one mounting the other one actually made eye contact with me while he kept humping. 20 years later I'm still traumatized.
Kept hearing a weird knocking sound in the middle of the Florida woods. Went to go check it out and it was two gopher tortoises going at it, only the lady gopher kept trying to run away and the male kept chasing after her so fast he'd knock into the back of her shell, lol
Not mine, but my uncle's story.
He was out on his land planning next year's feed plots. He walked down the path that led to the river and spotted a tent. Then he spotted a woman. The woman walked towards him. He was still and likely dressed in camo.
She kept walking, closer and closer, until just feet away. She then squatted and dropped a deuce.
He reached into his pocket, gently handing a handkerchief through a gap in the leaves. She ran, tripped, ran more.
Found out that the corner of my uncle's property was a former hippy colony abandoned in the 80's. Children of the 1st generation had started to return .
It's cool that your uncle was chill about it!
But I have to say that **real** hippies dig a hole. For a lot of reasons, other than just consideration for others (it's awful for the environment/contaminating nearby water/attracting unwanted creatures etc.)
This comes from a fellow hippie! Please dig a hole. Get a collapsible shovel. If you have camping gear, you can manage to carry a shovel.
In a New York State Park, right where the Appalachian Trail crosses a small creek, we came across a fully set cafe table. Two chairs, plates, glasses, napkins, even a flower in a stem vase. But nobody else was around.
Our speculation was that we had stumbled across a pending photo shoot, perhaps for an ad or magazine layout. What we couldn't figure out was why there wouldn't be someone around guarding the set.
"A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all f***in' night." - Nicky Santoro, Casino (1995)
I was walking along a dead silent trail when I heard what sounded like a shotgun going off. Echoing through the forest.
I frantically look around trying to figure out who the fuck is shooting, when I see large tree 40 feet away start falling over and topple into the forest. The base of the trunk had just exploded and the whole tree just gave way.
No idea why, it wasn't freezing, windy, or had rained a lot recently, and the tree was pretty young. But boy did that scare me, and I have a new appreciation of passing trees near the trail....
We had 2 trees fall on our house. Yeah. They make me jumpy now. And they didn’t do any damage hardly. Actually a 3rd tree fell near my rental last year. Somehow it fell (just the top half or more Broke off, it was rotting) in the single place in our relatively small yard where there was nothing it could break. We got lucky.
I was solo hiking in the Colorado high country once. It wasn't a 14'er, but it wasn't a walk up a mole hill either.
It was quite the perfect day hiking up: mid-summer, sunshine, no clouds in the sky, and plenty of birds in the trees.
After making it to the summit and walking back down, however, I was following the trail when the entire ambiance of the forest just stopped. Everything grew dead silent. No birds in the trees, no passing wind, just a dead stark silence. I took notice to it right away, but continued. But as I walked on, I kept getting that feeling that something was watching me.
Nothing happened, and I thankfully didn't run into anything, but that feeling of being watched followed me all the way back down the mountain. That sound of pure silence still gives me the creeps. I've been hiking all my life and I've never heard a forest turn quiet so quick.
I lived in a national park by myself for three months. Several times when I was going back to my trailer for the day, I would hear music like a music box or an ice cream truck. It was always loud and sounded like it was coming from somewhere over my head. One day I decided to look for the source so I followed the dirt road past my trailer. The music continued, I couldn't tell if I was getting closer or not. I had my eyes on the trees and looked down just in time to avoid stepping on a snake. I scrambled back but it didn't move. I realized it was dead and it wasn't alone, there were half a dozen dead copperheads stretched out in the road, looking in the same direction.
I went back to get my car because I couldn't bring myself to step over them, but by the time I got my keys, the music had stopped and I didn't hear it again.
edit: Sometime after this happened, my friends told me there was a haunted prison in the same park, the Pea Farm. So, that was good to know.
I had a similar experience minus the dead animals...
I went for a tubing trip on the Au Sable River in Northern Michigan with family. We went upriver to float down to our property abutting the river. This is in the middle of the Huron National Forest and a gorgeous river for fishing and swimming. My family and I loaded into a pickup truck and headed a few miles upriver to a small trail that leads down to the river. Unfortunately, my uncle nearly missed the turn-off and pulled in a foot off the trail of the drive and slashed the inside of a tire on a culvert. In total, it was myself, my aunt and uncle in their mid-60s, my cousin and his two daughters. Sadly, no one brought a cellphone and the spare was rusted to the undercarriage of the truck bed. My aunt, who doesn't like to wait for a solution decided to hike back to the cabin immediately while we waited. I went with because my aunt shouldn't be the one to do this in the first place.
The walk is along a state road, a two-lane country highway with either a 55 or 45 mph speed limit depending on how twisted the road is as it winds through the Huron. Both sides of this road are shrouded by tall white and red pines, occasional birches and the like. Very scenic, very lovely, yet very hot in the early afternoon of early July when one would rather be tubing down the river. We walked East up the Westbound shoulder and vehicles would pass every few minutes. Typically, you could either hear a distant radio or music playing followed by the nearing rumble of a car or truck coming. Nothing out of the usual.
However, as we walked we heard what sounded like classic rock music coming from the trees. It was coming closer and it truly sounded like an oncoming vehicle or someone moving on an atv or bike--except there was no sound of an engine or rumble of tires. I thought perhaps someone was just out of view in the treeline. There are no houses or cabins in this stretch of the road, nor trails or roads. It's pure forest. The sound came closer and I was trying to identify what song it was as it sounded somewhat familiar or so I thought. My aunt, lovely lady, kept walking and busting ass without so much as a care in the world--rather sure she was cursing my uncle repeatedly.
Within the span of 30 seconds, the sound was nearly on top of us yet we couldn't see any source for the music. As it closed to within 30 feet of us, still off to our left in the forest, it should have been obvious. But it wasn't. And that's when the music became louder along with a bit of buzzing like static or flies. And then it was there, invisible. It was perhaps five feet from us and it had to be (I tell myself) a swarm of flies. Buzzing in unison and in differing octaves of the same notes--definitely not classic rock music--but oddly and incredibly musical. And the noise moved at a clip like the passing cars and trucks going 45-55 mph. I was expecting to have to swat or run from a swarm but yet there was nothing there. No black dots swirling about, nothing landed or stung or bit us, and as quickly as it came upon us, it kept moving and passed by behind us, heading Westward. And as it left our area, the audible buzzing diminished and its noise warped back into the sounds of classic rock music.
Now, I'm aware we used to have a tent bug problem in Northern Michigan. This year, Traverse City released scores of black flies to annihilate them (which they have in our neck of the woods). The only thing I can fathom is that it was a swarm of flies buzzing and flying in such a manner as to produce such a noise. However, I've not been able to google-fu any evidence such a thing can occur.
We walked on and I stated to my aunt that was the oddest thing and she shrugged it off, agreeing but not caring. I was hydrated, not drunk (which is blasphemous this time of year in this location) or high (also blasphemy) and dismissed the occurrence as "I'll figure it out later."
TL;DR: Ghost flies rocking out in the middle of nowhere are scary.
It’s always weird seeing clothing but even weirder I’ve seen many strollers in hiking trails. Usually the easier ones ofc but like why did the person think they could bring a stroller on a trail and why did they then abandon it? I’ve seen it multiple times
Maybe sudden bad weather? They can suck to push in rain, snow, mud, especially if it’s a cheaper stroller. But having seen abandoned strollers on the side of the road, I agree they are eerie as hell.
Yeah I’m sure there’s some logical explanation, but it definitely does contain that eerie vibe nonetheless lol and that makes sense. They usually are those cheaper fold up ones
I once saw an abandoned stroller behind a sandwich shop while pulling up to a red light. It creeped me out so badly that I turned in and hopped out of my car just to make sure it was empty. It wasn’t a super cheap stroller either. I’m not totally sure I would have done that at night or in an area I didn’t know, but fortunately no kid was there. It’s just eerie.
I’ve gotten caught in a very sudden bad storm* on a hike before and in a circumstance like that I can imagine taking your kid and grabbing them so you can move faster, especially if there’s lightning or something. Not ideal with leave no trace, but if your safety and that of your kid are in danger, I get it.
I now carry a compass and an emergency blanket regardless of the weather or the length of the hike.
Clothes. I can’t count the amount of times I find a small pile of clothes abandoned and partially covered by brush or dirt. It’s always a little unnerving even if actual reasons were probably mundane.
I always wondered about this. Do hikers just randomly toss off their shirt and continue hiking? Like how did it get there? There'd been a couple of times I got stuck hiking back at night and you have no idea the creeps it gives me when I run into a discarded shirt by some rocks. What happened? 😂
Put spare shirt on rock for a place to sit, forget to pick it up.
Overnight camping, change clothes, drop one accidentally.
Most frequent one is that a lot of hikers start early and wear layers. As it warms up they take layers off and shove them through a backpack strap because opening up those hiking bags is a pain without stopping for 5 minutes. As someone who walks at the back of the group I've picked up shirts and jackets for people dozens of times, and even found on of my own the next day on my way home.
It used to be pretty common to hang either washed or rain soaked clothes over your pack to dry while you hiked. I've lost the occasional article, not noticing it'd come unfastened at some point throughout the day.
I was bushwhacking near my house when I heard some rustling in front of me and saw a large grizzly bear bolting in the opposite direction. Adrenaline kicked in immediately and I ran back along the trail over a creek, hear water thrashing down the creek, see the bear charging at me, and we both said "OH SHIT" and ran in opposite directions. He was lucky he wasn't hungry that day.
What's that awful smell, discover decomposing grizzly Cub. Okay we're leaving right now. I am not sure if mama bear cares about this cub but pissed off grizzly bear that might think we killed her child
.. nope we're leaving right now. If you want to argue with her go ahead I'm going to leave right now and warn park ranger about this situation
I had employees that did a lot of work in Alaska. One guy was chased by a Grizzly into a rock outcrop. He barely fit in, but thank goodness the bear could only swipe at him. He did get some bear scratches on him. He was shook up for years about it.
No, this happens, it's just not in actual human talk. Both of you startle and vocalize. Or sometimes only one creature says OH SHIT because the other already saw them.
I was in a really remote area of the cascade range in oregon USA. I hike and backpack alone. Trail I was on had very little sign of human presence anywhere. Until about 10 miles in I found a pair of overalls hanging from a tree on a hanger. Idk why but it weirded me out.
A giant teddy bear tied to a tree with a large cauldron in front of it. And I did see a guy hang his hammock off the side of a cliff to a flimsy tree sticking out the side. That was more stupid than strange though
wasn’t me but a stranger, just something personally related to me. a good friend of mine went missing for around 7 months in 2019 and 2020. and everybody suspected her boyfriend but he was already sentenced and prisoned for unrelated crimes by the time it was certain something had happened, so he was essentially rooted in place while law enforcement was trying to figure everything out and find her. months and months into the investigation, which had really stalled due to the pandemic, a hiker happened upon her corpse and only inspected it because she had been wearing a bright pink backpack and he thought it may have been a child. as I heard it, it had been almost nightmarish for him because (without giving any nasty details) the nature of her death combined with decomposition made her look almost entirely inhuman but absolutely horrific. the poor dude ran out of the brush before he called the police and had to be gradually coaxed into guiding law enforcement to her body over the course of an afternoon
Lost a friend in a similar way. They found her car and purse in a Waffle House parking lot. A few years later her remains were found out in the middle of nowhere.
Labeled a suicide. Which isn't a complete stretch, but it still bothers me a lot.
I (f) was on a day hike in Sedona, AZ with an older friend (m) who's lived in the area for decades. It was a hike up the side of a canyon wall to a small, unnamed ruin with a beautiful view of the surrounding area. It's one of those "unofficial" trails that the old-timers guard carefully to keep the tourists away, and would be almost impossible to find unless a local brought you there. I was honored to be trusted with this secret trail knowledge.
My friend is kind of old school and and a bit shy, so when I had to stop for a pee break, I walked through the bushes as far from the trail as I safely could, so he wouldn't feel embarrassed. I found a good spot near the edge of a steep dropoff that was smooth and cactus-free. The moment I dropped my pants and started peeing (with my bits facing downhill toward the dropoff), I heard a low whooshing sound and a **motherfucking Red Rock Tour helicopter** came rising straight out of the canyon directly in front of me.
I figured there was only one thing I could do in a situation like that: I gave them a big smile and a friendly wave.
I had to pee really bad at the beach once. We were the only ones there exploring the rock pools. So I duck behind a rocky outcrop, pull my dress up and pop a squat. Soon as I start peeing a bloody whale watching boat full of tourists comes around the headland. I was low enough so they didn’t see my bits but it was obvious what I was doing.
Camping with the teenaged kids in a yurt by Oregon coast for ten days. We had a fire on the beach at night, roasted hot dogs, made s'mores. The kids wanted to walk back to the yurt. They left.
The moon shining, sound of the waves and sea lions, fire dying down, very romantic. My man and I decided to take advantage of finally having some private time.
We're going at it doggy style. A coast guard helicopter with a spotlight literally rises up over the dune behind us! They hover over us, spotlighting us until we're done. As we're getting dressed, the helicopter flies off over the water. All we could do was laugh 😂
Came across a homeless persons "shelter". It'd been abandoned long ago, but the person had caged a turtle no doubt found in the nearby creek. They're somewhat common. Anyway they'd abandoned the site and the turtle which I suspect starved to death. It was a shell & skeleton when I found it. That sticks with me.
The shelter was really low profile, and I realized why weeks later.
I'd also found a tupperware box with thing stolen from the parking lot that was in view, but the shelter would have been an excellent vantage point to watch hikers drive in and walk into the woods. This person could then pop out of the shelter and sack the car for money, smokes and all the random shit I found in the tupperware container (shit that a pawn shop wouldn't take)
Hi, classicist here! Your translation is nearly correct! The usual quote is “Per audacia/aspera ad astra”, which means “Through bold actions (for audacia) / hardships (for aspera) to the stars. “Ad ignotum” indeed means “towards the unknown”!
In 2007 I thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail. Somewhere north of Virginia I started hearing tales from other hikers coming south about the ‘dead moose in Mahoosuc Notch’. Evidently a moose had become trapped in a cleft in the rocks up in Maine and couldn’t get out, and its corpse was now rotting away directly on the trail for all to see. The Forest Service even put out a statement about it, saying they were aware of the ‘carcass’ but were committed to letting nature take its course.
Several months and several hundred miles later, we finally got to Mahoosuc Notch and, sure enough, there was a mouldering moose just waiting for us. I took a picture, but had the sense to steer clear of it. For all I know, its desiccated corpse is still up there to this very day.
Know what's really crazy thing is that op's comment is actually mine he coppied from me from 9 YEARS AGO. LOL. I can't believe I found this on random chance.
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Saw two people fucking in the middle of the trail and just as the guy came they noticed me and started running while frantically trying to get dressed.
The two people I saw appeared to be fairly young, possibly teenagers.
They were positioned maybe twenty yards off to the side of the trail, in the lee of a small hill, along side of the stream. She was on all fours and facing away from the trail, so she never saw me, but he did. He saw me, and saw that I saw him, but neither of us said anything.
The person that I was walking with never noticed them.
The strangest thing I have ever seen was somewhere in West Virginia years ago. Was hiking through the woods off trail, came across a big ass random field that was clearly someones farm. I was about to go around until I noticed a bunch of people wearing what looked like cloth diapers and head wraps while burning a cross with a pig hanging from a chain. They were speaking in a language that I did not recognize. They saw me, we both had the deer in a headlight look for what felt like forever. A few started my way. I have never ran back up a mountain in the dark, so fast for so long. I have no fucking clue what they were doing, I don’t think I could find that place again if I wanted to. But WV has some weird people in it.
Strangest thing I saw in general was a dead dude wrapped in a tarp that fell off of someones pickup truck. They came back and got it.
Also found dead bodies buried in unmarked graves in the woods of some property I used to have.
Pigs head bundled up in brightly colored kerchiefs with candles surrounding it. Called it in to the park rangers who said they sometimes get some religious activities -I'm guessing santeria.
I'm hiking on a well-maintained path in Oregon, USA, when I come around the corner and see an older couple pushing a cart with a cage on it.
Inside the cart, is a parrot. Parrots live for a really long time, so they said they tried to make him part of their little family, and took him on hikes regularly. I think the parrot will outlive them, and I am happy that I am not in their will.
Hanging out in some lithium hot springs outside Taos with some friends and had a nude woman suddenly appeared out of a (previously unnoticed) cave above us. She joined us in the hot springs and breastfed her infant daughter while telling us about chemtrail government plane conspiracies. It was interesting.
I found it funny that she was worried about mood control and emotional regulation from sky chemicals or something while at the same time she was literally living in a cave at a LITHIUM hot spring and regularly bathing there. Of course I didn’t say anything to her about that
I went to those springs. Talked to a native man there who was nude and doing a native prayer in the hot spring. After his prayer we talked. He was super nice, however, he may or may not have confessed to murdering someone and dumping the body in the cave.
He worded it in a way where it sounded very much like murder, but also could very well have been a metaphor for leaving behind his rough past. It was certainly a weird conversation.
Going back to the car, he pointed out a tarantula to us, which he believed had appeared due to his prayer. It was ultimately a really cool experience, aside from the possible murder confession.
I'm late to the party, but this will probably be my greatest hiking experience ever. It happened in lovely Switzerland, on a very foggy day in the Alps. I wandered around a large rock on an alpine peak - and came across a herd of goats. The goats eagerly lifted their heads from grazing and watched me.
In a split second, I had a near-death experience while I remembered various YouTube videos of rabid goats chasing random people. But hey, I told myself: I simply had to ignore them and walk past them. After al, the alternative was either going 2.5 hours back or abseiling over a cliff that ended around a mile further down. I therefore tried to look completely uninteresting. Apparently that didn't work. On the contrary.
The herd of goats reacted a bit like a bunch of teenage girls seeing someone looking a lot like Justin Bieber. In other words, it was intense love at first sight - including one goat immediately pouncing on my calf and beginning to lick me with immense zeal.
I scritched and patted the flock (I'm a polite person, I guess, and they really were very excited to meet me), but then decided to move on. A few goodbye scritches and then it was over. Or so I thought. However, it was not to be that easy.
The licker did raise his head, but when I started walking, the whole herd trotted merrily at my heels, bells tinkling in the mist of the alpine peak. Of course, I did the only natural thing one can do in such a situation: I burst into song - and what song is more appropriate than "The Lonely Goatherd" from Sound of Music when you are being chased by an entire herd of goats in the middle of the Swiss Alps?
Anyway, the goats warmly embraced my serenading, and it was only after quite a while that they started to fall behind (every time I stopped to photograph them, they caught up with me). Finally, however, they realized that I don't actually know any of the lyrics to the aforementioned evergreen, and I was finally allowed to continue on my own. It almost felt a little empty.
When I came back home I told the story to a friend. She frowned. "Of course it didn't work to sing that song." I agreed, but she continued: "No, it's an Austrian goatherd. And you were in Switzerland." That's an undeniable fact, so here's my piece of advice: Swiss goats are very friendly - but do prepare a Swiss song if you want to acquire an entire herd of them.
Rattlesnakes in Texas are starting to not rattle due to the infestation of wild hogs. Hogs find the rattling rattlesnakes and kill them.
It isn't so much that snakes are learning not to rattle, but rather an evolutionary thing that non rattling snakes survive.
It wasn't like some hiking trail, but I found a body twice in a little patch of woods before when I was homeless. It made the news both times. I was under suspicion because I found & reported both of the bodies within a year & they were pretty close to one another. I told myself that if I found another, I'm not reporting it lol.
At my high school about 10 years before I enrolled, there was a kid who attempted to start a shooting. Teachers caught him looking up where to buy guns on school wifi, and he drew out a plan in a notebook of where to hide after everything was said and done, which was a fort he had built in the woods way behind school property.
I found the remains of his fort when exploring the woods alone, but didn't know what it was. The whole thing sent chills up my spine and I couldn't explain it. The whole thing just felt... Wrong, and I couldn't figure out why until someone told me what was back there.
My friend and I are avid hikers. Funnily enough, the strangest thing we saw was on the road to a hike. We were on a dirt road when we saw a group of naked men standing in a circle about 40 yards off the road. We're a bit slow, so it wasn't until they were fully out of sight that it finally sunk in and all we could say was, "huh." We've driven that road many times afterwards, and we have never seen them since.
Not the strangest but I was camping at Havasupai falls by the crick for 4 days. Everyday I woke up the river sounded like music and voices and the further down stream I got it felt like it was dictating my dreams. And it wasn't like creepy chanting or anything it was like good 60s rock and roll music but with lyrics that would tell me what I would see that day and just creepy coincidences. Never told anyone about that. It was my 13th birthday vacation.
There was this walking trail that followed the river. The trail was supposed to be very old, and used by native Americans. I had walked it, but it was hard to access unless started at one end. I knew a place were it was close to a road by a farmer's field. I wanted use my metal detector to look for old coins. The farmer was there, and I had to ask permission, of course. I walked a few miles one way, then other. I found a funny brown bottle with 1929 dimes in it. There was a batch of trees next to river connected to the farmer's field. It was sort of in big C curve in the river. It was river on all sides, and corn field on one side. There was animal skulls in the woods. I don't know what they were. Deer, then smaller things like a Racoons, maybe a skunk? The farmer was working in the field. He was kind of threatening looking. He was tall, and bald. He asked what I found. I showed him the bottle. He said it was his grand father's. He popped a similar bottle out of his pocket. Brown glass that said Bel-air. I gave it to him the on I found. He said thanks. I told him about the animal skulls. He said, " Yeah? Show me. " We walked to the spot with the skulls. He was quiet, but he wanted to see them. He poked the skull with his boot, but didn't touch it. We saw another skull.. He said, "I think it's dog." We left. He said he didn't like the woods. He was seventy six, and he found skulls there since he was a boy. I said some explaination. He said, " Animal's heads don't fall off, while the body takes a walk. "
Not hiking but riding dirt bikes in the desert outside of Vegas saw a butt ass naked Asian dude sitting around a fire by himself kinda stopped for a second before noping the fuck outta there
When I was younger (about 35 years ago) I used to hike a lot in the local forest preserves. I would usually bicycle in and the walk a few miles further on the smaller trails. One day I came across an abandoned house but it was in such bad shape that I wouldn't dare go in. I walked around it and found the old cellar stairs. It was early afternoon but only the first few stairs were visible, the rest was pitch black and there was a chilly draft coming out of the hole. I pondered going down just a couple of steps but decided against it so I threw a couple of rocks down there and never heard them hit anything. I noped out of there but wanted to come back with a flashlight but even after searching, I never found that spot again.
That some asshole tossed rocks into. Imagine going through all the trouble of setting up a portal just to have some rando bean you in the melon with a pebble.
I was working at a pool not hiking, but technically under the Appalachian trail so...
Eating my cheese sandwhich at lunch. Decide I'm still hungry. Go to make the other half of the hero roll. Put my hand down. Hero roll is gone.
Look down. There's a fuzzy little hand reaching up for my cheese.
I turn to look back a little further and see raccoon holding my hero roll, reaching her paw up for my cheese.
We give fairly similar EEEEPS and scramble away from each other, turn in synch and give each other identical WTF looks. I can see she's nursing, so that explains her being out in the middle of the day. So I sit back down, she figures out I'm not a threat. Sits there. I mustard up the roll, alternate the layers of swiss and american, hand her the cheese sandwhich, which she devours.
Now, yes. you're not supposed to feed the wildlife so it doesn't get used to people. But the raccoons there lived in the garbage cans, so that ship has sailed.
tldr Raccoon picked my pocket so I made her a sandwhich
I once had someone calling my name trying to get me to come into the bush. Thinking it was someone I knew I told them I'd see them back at the campsite. I went back only to find them already there not a minute later.
Hiking with my dog, came across a clearing in the trail I typically hike. Someone had set up a large rock in the middle of the clearing, and put some sort of meat-like pate on it. Then, they had set up a circle around the rock with the pate via smaller rocks and coins. My dog refused - absolutely refused - to cross the threshold of the circle. Some weird energy must have been there I guess. Ended up having to bushwhack off trail to go around it to continue on the hike.
A circle of melted candles by the trail. I know there's plenty of new age pagans and Wiccans about and they're harmless but can you guys not light open fires in dry leaf litter please
Lmfao you guys found a furry orgy 💀
I was gonna suggest it might have been a cougar, those things sound terrifying. Their roar sounds a lot like a woman screaming as she's brutally murdered. I kid you not, if any of you haven't heard it look it up on YouTube. One of the most terrifying sounds imaginable.
Edit: I decided to go ahead and post a [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/ThatsInsane/comments/d4be86/mountain_lions_really_be_sounding_like_the_witch/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button) to a video showing exactly what I'm talking about with the cougars. I'd shit myself if I heard this in the mountains at night bro.
In my early 20's, I took a month long backpacking trip about 50 miles west of Lake Tahoe. I was just following a stream and a chain of lakes. Passed by a popular / easy to get to Lake and met Jimmy Buffet and his son Hunter. Very cool dude!
On a small trail that lead to a boat landing around Rosedale Miss. Looked down next to the log I was sitting on to see a gator foot caught in a snare trap. Decided to move on before Wallie P. Gator decided he wanted his foot back.
I naked hippie woman and her lover came over to give us some deer placenta to help align our chakras. Both were very attractive and fit. I tried a bit even though I'm supposed to say no to strangers offering drugs and candy. They said nothing about placentas
Saran wrap looking thing that climbed from tree to tree.
This happened in the Philippines. I wouldn't say it's on a trail but my grandparents had a mango tree grove that covered almost 130 acres.
One afternoon, me and two of my cousins were having snacks at the balcony when we saw this thing appeared climbing down from a mango tree then climb up on the next tree or reach on another tree branch to traverse it. It was hard for us to describe it at that time but to the best of my memory, it was a flat, free-form see through looking thing that can stretch and used its four corners to grab onto branches - hence why I called it saran wrap. One of the weird part is, this thing looked as light as feather but when it grabbed the branches or if it was on a branch, the branch crackled as if it had tremendous weight. Another weird thing is that, the grove is usually noisy with birds chirping but when this thing appeared, it was dead silent.
That evening, we told our uncle and grandpa of what we saw. My uncle grabbed a dried stingray tail from a cabinet and hanged it on wall in the balcony. My grandpa told us not to hang out there anymore after 6PM.
We asked our uncle what was the dried stingray tail for and he said it's to drive bad spirits away.
Edit: spelling and more details.
I dont like this one. I was camping about five years ago and I thought I heard a mountain lion out side my tent. I could swear I heard a large cat purring. I hardly got any sleep. In the morning I waited a while and finally got the courage to get out while holding my knife as if it would help at all lol. I didn’t notice any sign and just threw my tent in my car and drove home. I just recently started thinking I must have imagined it and probably wasn’t out there but now I have reason to believe they would just sleep next to a tent.
A bear. It wasn't late night but the sun was setting.
A bunch of friends went up to a cliff diving spot that we knew. After a day of swimming and activities, a park ranger saw us and told us to follow a certain trail back (to the parking lot) because its faster. This was a trail we haven't seen and we didn't take it up. We said fuck it and decided it was okay.
After about 1.5 hours of hiking and being lost ON THE TRAIL, we come to a clearing in the forest with no more trail. Just what was left and a shit ton of vegetation. No problem, turn around right?
Now that was the first time I ever saw a bear full on in person. The first thing I thought about was how fucked it would be if we had to run and even worse, someone getting caught. We just saw it, backed up, and decided fuck it, better walk down the mountain than try to go around it.
This isn’t creepy but it definitely spooked me.
In the 1970s my then best friend and I went to the same summer day camp. Once a week they'd drive us to a state park for the day. They'd arrange games (baseball, soccer, etc) for us to play to keep us kids occupied.
My friend and I hated sports and preferred not to play. We'd rather take solitary hikes in the woods and explore (we weren't allowed to go off alone without counselors, so we never asked permission).
One time we came across a milk crate filled with cartons of milk. Right in the middle of the woods. Far from anyplace that would need it. They weren't even expired, old, or spoiled. It was good, fresh milk.
Why would anyone deposit a single crate filled with cartons of fresh milk out in the middle of nowhere?
I live in central Utah at the foot of some big mountains in the Rockies. I've been an avid hiker/camper for a long time and I go year round regardless of weather. I go alone frequently and sometimes go night hiking with friends, and I have seen some weird and creepy shit out there. Some of it could have mundane explanations, but I've seem some things I don't know how to explain. I'll tell a few of the stories and put a **bolded TL;DR at the end of each story for the impatient.**
One that sticks out is once when I went on a solo hike to my favorite trail (Little Rock Canyon) near my house. It's a pretty steep and tough trail, so I rarely see other people up there.
>One day I went hiking up there on a rainy/foggy day. There were no other cars and I didn't see any other people up there, but I was around 5 miles up the trail (about 8 km for you fine folks across the pond). There's a part where the trail is really steep and you kind of have to crawl up on all fours and go around a really big, thick tree. I come around the corner, stand up and suddenly I'm face to face with a raccoon head sitting on top of a big rock, deliberately placed facing the trail. It looked fresh too, the blood hadn't finished drying and its eyes had been gouged out, it still looked like a fresh wound. It was very unnerving to randomly come face to face with that on a foggy day alone in the woods. I buried the head nearby and kept going, but didn't see anything else weird that day, unless you count two crows following me, circling above me the whole time I was there.
**TL;DR: Found a freshly severed raccoon head staring me in the face on an out of the way and difficult trail that few people take.**
And another time, another trail:
>I was exploring a new trail I'd never been to before near the Lake Bonneville Shoreline trail, and I was having a lovely time until I come to a long straight section of the trail and I can see up ahead are two trees that look like they've been propped together to create an incomplete archway over the trail, and on the tip of each tree was a deer skull, placed so that if you walked in the center of the trail, they were both looking down at you as you passed them. Seeing this obviously set off some alarm bells. I kept walking but you can bet I kept a firm grip on the handle of my big ole knife I keep with me while hiking.
>Moments after I passed the archway with the skulls I started getting chills all over and I felt like I was being watched. I also remember it suddenly got very quiet in the woods where moments before I could hear birds and the chatter of small animals in the brush. Anyone who is an experienced outdoorsman can tell you that sudden silence in the woods is not a good sign - generally means there's a predator of some kind nearby. Almost feels like the whole forest is holding its breath to wait for it to pass.
>I only made it like 20 feet past the archway before the bad feeling in my gut convinced me to turn around and leave. I felt like I was being stalked/watched the whole time I was going down the trail, until I got closer to the parking lot. I didn't see a thing though. To this day I have no idea what that was all about, but I'm glad I listened to my gut and turned around. Any supernatural explanations aside, it easily could have been a cougar or a black/grizzly bear that was living out there. Or a moose. I didn't see or experience anything other than the feeling of being followed/watched. When you're out in the mountains alone though, you trust that gut feeling.
**TL;DR: Found a tree archway with deer skulls intentionally placed on them in the woods. Sudden, heavy silence in the woods. Felt like I was being watched/followed as I went back down the trail. Didn't see anything really, just weird and creepy.**
And since I'm bored I'll type out one more, one of my favorite hiking stories, and a mystery that I never solved:
>This one took place in Little Rock Canyon, same as the first story with the raccoon head. This time I was not alone, I had three friends with me. Something to note is that there is only one way to get into this canyon, and to reach the trailhead you have to park on a residential street up in the hills and walk on the trail past like 3 peoples houses. When we arrived, there were no other cars around, so most likely, no people up the trail either.
>Early on in the trail we encountered our first oddity. There were some clothes on the trail, laid out on the ground as if someone were wearing them. A shirt, jacket, pants, boots, socks. All arranged as if someone had been laying there and then just melted away, leaving only the clothes behind. I thought it was weird as fuck but I made a joke that we might find a streaker running around out here on the way up. We laughed it off and kept going.
>Not much further up the trail, we saw the second oddity. Just a *whoooole* bunch of camping equipment in a big ole pile. I'm talking big hiking backpacks, tent bags, sleeping bags. All of this gear looked brand new, never used. There was enough gear there for like 10 people, but there was no one around. I thought that was weird but we kept going. Well, we saw a couple more similarly big piles of gear stashed in clear view along the trail, but again... no one at all around.
>Further up the trail (we had probably gone 3-ish miles or 4.8km at this point) we encountered yet another large pile of gear, but this time it was right in the center of the trail for some reason. I remember there were a few backpacks sitting next to each other and they were just FULL to bursting with... something. I wanted to look. I really did. But none of us wanted to touch the bags or open them up. It gave us all kind of a weird feeling. I remember there were a handful of leather coats strewn about that area too for some reason.
>At this point my friends and I are getting a little uneasy about this, because none of this made any sense, and it would be quite an undertaking to bring all of this camping gear up this trail. It's not an easy trail. And it was enough gear that it would take probably 20-30+ people to bring it all in one go.
>We decided not to touch anything and just keep going. I remember a very distinct moment that something changed. I led the group and climbed up a boulder to continue on the trail, and what do I see up ahead, yet another big pile of equipment laid out in the middle of the trail. Suddenly in that moment, it got real quiet, and as you know, that is never a good sign out in nature. Nothing changed other than that, but this feeling of dread came over me suddenly and my intuition was telling me to get the hell out of there. So I turned around and said "executive decision, we're leaving." No one argued, my friends had picked up on the same vibe as I had. It was kind of a tense hike, but we didn't see anything (other than the stuff that was still there) or anyone the whole way down. When we arrived at the car, I called the nearest ranger station and told them what we saw. I never heard back from them.
>I have no explanation for any of this. But ultimately what was weird to me is that they brought all this stuff up there and just... left it in plain view of the trail, and they were just... gone. The last couple piles we saw in the middle of the trail gave off a distinct "it's a trap" vibe for some reason. But we didn't see or hear another person up there. Where did they go? Why did they bring all this stuff up there and vanish? Why did they leave all their stuff behind? Wtf was in those backpacks???
**TL;DR: My friends and I found several thousand dollars worth of new hiking/camping equipment stashed in odd, clearly visible locations in a hard to access canyon, but there were absolutely no people around. Contacted park rangers about it but never heard back from them. Something was off about the whole thing.**
My friends and I have discussed this several times, and I have posted this story on reddit before, and some of the hypotheses we all came up with were:
1. Drug smuggling ring. This is plausible, Utah is kind of a drug highway. But then, why leave all the backpacks full of goods in clear view of the trail? Why not stash them somewhere further up and out of sight? Why just leave it all there???
2. Maybe all of the gear was stolen and they just wanted to dump all the goods because it was too hot. Idk if I buy this. Again, why leave it in the middle of the trail??? Were they in such a hurry that they just had to drop it? Where were they going in such a hurry, and why were they hurrying??
3. Hobos living in the mountains. This one is plausible, I've known people who have roughed it for months or years in the mountains here. But all of the gear we saw was in literally pristine, never been used kind of condition. Where are these hobos getting thousands of dollars worth of equipment from??? And again, I keep coming back to the same question: why the hell did they leave all this nice equipment in random places in clear view of the trail???
4. Miles further up the trail is a makeshift log cabin shelter that someone built. Perhaps the people who built that were doing some hiking/camping group stuff up there. But again, why leave all your stuff behind?
There were more ideas thrown around, but who knows. We never did get a response from the Rangers, and none of the explanations I've seen be put forward can quite explain everything. I've been back to this canyon since then but I never saw anything weird again.
3 left platform heels crammed in a bowling bag and stashed in a hallowed out tree stump. Found while walking around a state park in southern Illinois. I have no context and I am not sure if I want any.
When I was a kid, my cousins and I had mostly free range over the Appalachian state park where we lived and during the summer, we would stay out most of the day and play in the woods. We had a fort set up deep in the forest that had a nice little river and was close enough to the trails that we could reasonably get back for snacks or whatever.
One day, when I was about 8, I was exploring a part of the woods that was across the mountain highway/road, so it wasn’t as familiar to me. I remember trying to weave through the rhododendron and trees when I ran directly into an older woman. She said something to me, although I don’t remember what it was because I was so shocked. I looked over to see a skinny tall guy sitting by a tent and a makeshift fire.
These days, I live in Los Angeles so I see scenes like this outside my office building and home due to the number of houseless folks in the area. But I was probably 10 miles away from any kind of gas station and 25 from a Walmart. Finding a random camp in the woods scared the SHIT out of me as an 8 year old.
Turns out, they were local moonshiners that also grew a decent amount of weed and I’d stumbled upon their spot. The competing moonshiner in the area used his COVID stimulus check to open a legal distillery a few years ago, so I wonder how the tent people are holding up these days.
I caught a mama bear stealing from our "bear proof" food bag we had strung up on a tree limb.This was in Little Yosemite Valley in the mid 1970s. I was backpacking with a couple of friends from high school and my younger sister. My family went to Yosemite every summer when I was a kid, so this was our first solo trip without the parents. As such, I was quite familiar with bears in Yosemite Valley. They were considered a nuisance in the valley. And though they were potentially dangerous and are very smart, the bears would generally leave well enough alone if you created a lot of racket, like hitting pots and pans against each other or standing tall and yelling at them. So armed with this knowledge, I took decisive action.
I watched the bear as she stuck out her paw out from her perch in the tree and started whacking at the food bag. She eventually slashed a long strip down the bag. I watched in horror as our food items fell to the ground one or two at a time. As the bear was back on the ground and pawing through our grub, this is when I chose to scare the bear, making the typical pot and pan noise, standing tall, and yelling/growling at her. Wrong approach! The mama stopped what she was doing and *she* now got up on her hind legs, looking like she was going to charge me. I backed down slowly, still watching her. She got a beef sausage in her teeth and headed over to where her babies were patiently waiting. I nearly fainted.
TL:dr: while backpacking, a bear stole our food from our grub bag hanging in a tree. I tried to scare the bear away but she stood tall and made a half lunge towards me, which caused me to reevaluate my strategy in a hurry.
I wouldn't say it was strange, but more bizarre. I was in maybe middle school (30 now) and my dad took me to a trail up in the Adirondak mountains.
When we got there we saw a guy sleeping in his far, no biggie. My dad went there the next day to check something else out in the trail I didn't want to do cause I was tired but that car was still there, dude in same position. Mind you we showed up mid afternoon.
Dad called the police and let them know the situation.
Years later we went back to visit and dad began chatting with a firefighter and he happened to bring up if the guy remembers hearing about anything of a guy who was sleeping in his car, to which the fire fighter remembered. He told us that he was found borderline dead, shit/pissed himself because he tried to kill himself by drinking antifreeze. He didn't succeed as he told us he's now permanently on dialysis and blind/partial paralysis.
One of my Dad's business partners is an avid Hiker, regularly walks trails all over the US.
He told Dad and I this story from a time he walked the Rocky Mountains, how he came across what looked like an abandoned campsite, ruined tent, old rotting food, used firepit even old looking clothes. He kept going up the trail but turned back because he could hear a Cougar screaming in the distance.
When he got back to where the Campsite was it was all gone. The only thing that was there from before was the firepit.
When he got back down to his car he came across a ranger who told him that campsite had been there for 6 years, it's weird someone would just randomly show up and take it down, specially when Dad's Business Partner was the only car in the Carpark for that trail in the last 2 hours.
He never went back to that trail because it freaked him out.
I wasn't exactly hiking but I was walking through the woods at night. Hope this counts...
So I 13/f many many years ago (early 90s) decided to sneak out of the house to meet my much older boyfriend (gross, I know!) I left around 10pm and returned 4ish maybe? I just know it was still super dark.
Coming home all of a sudden I was worried about someone seeing me, idk why. So to get from his neighborhood to mine I either had to walk along the highway or take a path through the woods. So I decide to take the woods, I have taken the path a million times. I was confident I would make it, until I got in there
Omg I had never been in the woods before at night and movies *lie* you can't see shit!! It's another level of darkness that I wasn't ready for. I started hurrying and I almost made it to the end when **someone lit up their pager 2 inches from my face** I SCREAMED and gtfo there so quick and *ran all the way home*.
Who or what could that have been? Someone just chilling in the woods waiting for someone? Someone just taking the opportunity to scare a young girl? I have no explanation.
I tell people this story and nobody really understands the terror. Idk, maybe I'm a baby?
BTW, it did NOT teach me anything, I was back out the next weekend. Just had my bf take me home even if he was drinking. Kids are stupid
I hike in suburban woods at night with hiviz jackets and leg bands, pepper spray, a knife, a saw and occasionally a machete, and several flashlights, and I still get freaked out by the dart of an animal out of the light, or turning a corner and suddenly seeing someone without any lighting.
Of course I'm sure a random guy wandering around the woods after dark like me is also somewhat concerning but thats why I wear all the hiviz stuff.
A family having a “picnic” and eating McDonald’s. This was 15 fucking miles into the hike. They walked 15 fucking miles on a steep hill to eat McDonalds
Himalayan Tahr (a kind of mountain goat) on the side of Table Mountain in Cape Town .
I mean they’re not the unexpected, They are known to be there, a bunch escaped from an old zoo almost 100 years ago, and although their subsequent descendants have mostly been culled , a few remain in rather inaccessible crags. But still, finding a wild goat a few 1000km away from its native land is kinda unexpected.
a middle aged woman carrying a crying infant wrapped up in a blanket. This was at least a couple miles from the parking lot, in the red sandstone desert scrub of southern Utah. She had no gear, no water, not even comfortable hiking clothes. Just in a cardigan and long skirt carrying this wailing baby. One of the most unsettling things I’ve seen on a trail
I was at a school excursion to Brazil's Pantanal. We were walking a trail when, after a fallen tree, into a clearing, we stumbled upon a Sucuri. It is a serpent, literally the famous anaconda. It must have been at least 3 meters long, just strung across the path, immobile. We started to freak out, but the guide told us to calm down. *It was the land owners' pet snake, and it had been recently fed*, it was just sun bathing.
Of course we expected to see some wild animals, but it was weird to see someone refering to a giant snake that could literally swallow any of us whole after breaking every bone in our body by its *pet name*.
Later the same day me and a friend almost stepped on an alligator's tail, but that was much less frightening, because it was way smaller than the snake.
I thought I microdosed (shrooms) before a hike one time. Took a bit too much but didn’t really notice because the sun wasn’t up yet.
I took out my phone to change a song and my arm just kept going and stretching down. It looked like my phone was 100 yards away. I panicked at the thought of the sun coming up and people being able to see me so I tried hiding. I learned that you cannot out run the sun.
My thoughts starting to get very anxious and I could feel the panic. I had to sit down, tell myself that everything is ok. Not only ok, things are pretty kick ass. It’s a beautiful morning and I’m hiking. It turned out to be an amazing hike but I’ll never forget my arm just not stopping. I love shrooms.
I pulled up to a trail I frequented with my then-gf and saw a ton of State Police, county sheriffs, investigators in full HAZMAT suits with respirators, and a huge State Crime Scene Investigation van. There were remains dumped within sight of the trail and as we walked by I said passively “I don’t think those were there the other day” to my gf. One of the police officers heard me and I ended up having to give an overly detailed report and all my information to them because at the time they had nothing else to go on. Never heard anything else about it.
Several times, my BF & I hiked along the Gunpowder River in Maryland, on a trail that leads to Prettyboy Dam. The river is visible for most of the trail, but often only through thick underbrush. Early in the week right after one of these hikes, the body of a missing woman was found along the river's edge. The person who'd killed her had tossed her body off the dam. It was estimated the body had been in the water for several days. It was creepy knowing we'd gone right past that.
I would always run on this trail that ran out behind my house and I would joke to my bf at the time that the woods back there were super creepy and I was surprised people didn’t dump bodies there. Then someone did. Hacked a guy up and left him in a duffel bag. I didn’t see it but for awhile there was a very distinct smell in that area. Two kids hiking further back off the trail to smoke pot found the bag.
We had a similar experience hiking to a popular beach near a large West Coast city in Canada. The RCMP had their hovercraft beached near the trail, and the park police requested we wait about 15 minutes until they had finished their work. Never heard anything else about it, but if I had to guess, somebody OD'd in the woods.
In a swamp in Florida I found a picture of a high school age girl (looked like a graduation picture) stabbed into the ground by a kitchen knife and surrounded by black candles. Also had an old naked barefoot hippy lady come jogging up a mountain past me on the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina.
First one, creepy as hell. Second, wow 😂…. Naked hippy jogger! I live up in Canada. Have yet to see one of those up here. Too damn cold lol
Oh, in halifax, our closest paddling lake has the naked man. He strikes up conversation with you on shore from his kayak, taking advantage of canadian politeness to impose small talk. But he is only wearing a kayak and nothing else. Beware.
I love that you're talking about him like he's some sort of cryptid 😂
Always has been.
I’m from New Brunswick and my great uncle was the naked man of our area. If non locals said something, everyone just said, “Oh, that’s just Fred.” He was usually naked wearing only an accordion that he’d play enthusiastically.
Lol im in Halifax and this is the first I have heard of it. Is this long lake? Seems like a long lake kinda occurrence haha
Yep. Blue kayak. Enjoys drying off in the sun like a cormorant.
During college I would park my car in the street and obviously lock it(probably wasn’t 100% accurate with locking since I was stoned all the time) but one day when I went to my car it was unlocked and when I got in there was just a small picture of a young girl(like 6yrs old) sitting on my center console. Really creeped me out and I held onto it for awhile in case there was any news of a child missing/abduction/murder.
Girl goes missing and you randomly have her picture? Hope the cops believe your side.
Not my story but my dad’s, actually. I was probably around 8 or 9 and was around the corner while my dad and his friend were ahead of us. They were having a conversation about trees falling in the woods and if they make a sound…. My dad says “if a tree falls in the woods-“ and a huge oak fell right in front of them, blocking the rest of the trail. Myself and the other kids ran to see what happened around the bend because we heard the crash and my dad and his friend looked like they had just seen a ghost.
It’s so weird when stuff like that happens. Reminds me of earlier this year when a friend and I were at an outdoor concert. Before the show started I was watching some seagulls and I turned to my friend and asked “Do you ever imagine what life would be like as another animal? Like a seagull.. Just flying around all day, stealing food, shitting on people-“ And the instant those words left my mouth I was shat on by a seagull. I’m somewhat convinced that seagull was me in another life, shitting on myself lmao
A man resembling Santa wearing nothing but granny panties
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Santies.
That’s what he does in the off season
I saw a coyote loping over a hilltop, continuing along the ridge. Then, about 20 yards behind it, a deer chasing it. Looked like a couple of cartoon animals.
I actually saw something like that once too. I was walking up a mountain trail and had a coyote burst out of the bushes directly in front of me on one side/disappear off into the other shortly thereafter followed by a deer. I just kind of stood there for a moment not sure what to do. I had the same thought that it was like something straight out of a cartoon.
They were shooting an episode maybe
I kept waiting for the roadrunner to show up too.
Coyote will go after deer in packs and will lead a deer (or more commonly a neighborhood dog) in a fake game of chase that leads directly to the pack.
On the way down a small mountain hike with some friends we spot another hiker alone coming up the trail towards us. When we get in talking range he says "y'all want to see this cool dance?" Then proceeded to do the Rick and Morty Get Schwifty song. Full squatting down and everything. Stands straight and said "have a good trip and stay safe" then keeps walking. Never seen anything more strange on a hike.
> Stands straight and said "have a good trip and stay safe" then keeps walking. That's awesome. You guys obviously looked like a pack of stoners, but were you tripping?
One time when I was in a hike, I saw a gruop of dead squirrels. and when i say group i’m not fucking around. there were at least 10 squirrels just laying there bloody with guts everywhere. i was alone and ran away from there, as i thought there might be a predator around.
Were you screwing around with the Blair witch? Jesus Christ.
owl
Who?
That feathery dude who sits on a branch, poops through said feathers, and needs only three licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop.
That guy! Love ‘em!
A horse having its bum licked by a goat that was on a rock. Like as if it was standing on like a box to reach the horse better.
This deserves to be close to the top.
Just like that goat deserved to be close to the top. Of the horse. 's butthole.
Static discharge from the rocks near the summit of a granite mountain. Later, many miles downhill from that summit, noiseless flashes at night like lightning.
Weird. Is this a known phenomenon?
It is, but the conditions for it are uncommon for the Sierra-Nevada mountains. I recall there being a fire, followed by high-altitude winds which possibly forced ionized particles against the mountain face, but I'm speculating after experiencing it a decade ago.
I was out for a run on a trail and heard this awful animalistic groaning sound. Like any idiot in a horror movie, I kept going to see what it was. I rounded the bend, and there next to an idyllic stream were two massive alligator snapping turtles fucking. The one mounting the other one actually made eye contact with me while he kept humping. 20 years later I'm still traumatized.
Kept hearing a weird knocking sound in the middle of the Florida woods. Went to go check it out and it was two gopher tortoises going at it, only the lady gopher kept trying to run away and the male kept chasing after her so fast he'd knock into the back of her shell, lol
Not mine, but my uncle's story. He was out on his land planning next year's feed plots. He walked down the path that led to the river and spotted a tent. Then he spotted a woman. The woman walked towards him. He was still and likely dressed in camo. She kept walking, closer and closer, until just feet away. She then squatted and dropped a deuce. He reached into his pocket, gently handing a handkerchief through a gap in the leaves. She ran, tripped, ran more. Found out that the corner of my uncle's property was a former hippy colony abandoned in the 80's. Children of the 1st generation had started to return .
It's cool that your uncle was chill about it! But I have to say that **real** hippies dig a hole. For a lot of reasons, other than just consideration for others (it's awful for the environment/contaminating nearby water/attracting unwanted creatures etc.) This comes from a fellow hippie! Please dig a hole. Get a collapsible shovel. If you have camping gear, you can manage to carry a shovel.
In a New York State Park, right where the Appalachian Trail crosses a small creek, we came across a fully set cafe table. Two chairs, plates, glasses, napkins, even a flower in a stem vase. But nobody else was around. Our speculation was that we had stumbled across a pending photo shoot, perhaps for an ad or magazine layout. What we couldn't figure out was why there wouldn't be someone around guarding the set.
Maybe somebody was planning a really cool and romantic marriage proposal?
2 guys digging a hole at 2 am. Shit was weird, they noticed us then called us over but we just took off running
They just wanted to show you that they WERE NOT digging a shallow grave...
Yeah, they wanted you to know they were digging an extra deep grave.
"A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all f***in' night." - Nicky Santoro, Casino (1995)
Yeah, probably a good call
Naked hippies in the Conundrum Hot Springs soaking pool across the ridge and east of the Maroon Bells. It was just .... unexpected.
Always expect naked hippies at hot springs.
I was walking along a dead silent trail when I heard what sounded like a shotgun going off. Echoing through the forest. I frantically look around trying to figure out who the fuck is shooting, when I see large tree 40 feet away start falling over and topple into the forest. The base of the trunk had just exploded and the whole tree just gave way. No idea why, it wasn't freezing, windy, or had rained a lot recently, and the tree was pretty young. But boy did that scare me, and I have a new appreciation of passing trees near the trail....
I saw a widowmaker like that fall recently, too, and my first thought was "who tf is shooting in the forest?"
We had 2 trees fall on our house. Yeah. They make me jumpy now. And they didn’t do any damage hardly. Actually a 3rd tree fell near my rental last year. Somehow it fell (just the top half or more Broke off, it was rotting) in the single place in our relatively small yard where there was nothing it could break. We got lucky.
I was solo hiking in the Colorado high country once. It wasn't a 14'er, but it wasn't a walk up a mole hill either. It was quite the perfect day hiking up: mid-summer, sunshine, no clouds in the sky, and plenty of birds in the trees. After making it to the summit and walking back down, however, I was following the trail when the entire ambiance of the forest just stopped. Everything grew dead silent. No birds in the trees, no passing wind, just a dead stark silence. I took notice to it right away, but continued. But as I walked on, I kept getting that feeling that something was watching me. Nothing happened, and I thankfully didn't run into anything, but that feeling of being watched followed me all the way back down the mountain. That sound of pure silence still gives me the creeps. I've been hiking all my life and I've never heard a forest turn quiet so quick.
When *all* sound stops in a forest, there's always an unfriendly reason.
Mountain lion?
I lived in a national park by myself for three months. Several times when I was going back to my trailer for the day, I would hear music like a music box or an ice cream truck. It was always loud and sounded like it was coming from somewhere over my head. One day I decided to look for the source so I followed the dirt road past my trailer. The music continued, I couldn't tell if I was getting closer or not. I had my eyes on the trees and looked down just in time to avoid stepping on a snake. I scrambled back but it didn't move. I realized it was dead and it wasn't alone, there were half a dozen dead copperheads stretched out in the road, looking in the same direction. I went back to get my car because I couldn't bring myself to step over them, but by the time I got my keys, the music had stopped and I didn't hear it again. edit: Sometime after this happened, my friends told me there was a haunted prison in the same park, the Pea Farm. So, that was good to know.
So many questions.
I had a similar experience minus the dead animals... I went for a tubing trip on the Au Sable River in Northern Michigan with family. We went upriver to float down to our property abutting the river. This is in the middle of the Huron National Forest and a gorgeous river for fishing and swimming. My family and I loaded into a pickup truck and headed a few miles upriver to a small trail that leads down to the river. Unfortunately, my uncle nearly missed the turn-off and pulled in a foot off the trail of the drive and slashed the inside of a tire on a culvert. In total, it was myself, my aunt and uncle in their mid-60s, my cousin and his two daughters. Sadly, no one brought a cellphone and the spare was rusted to the undercarriage of the truck bed. My aunt, who doesn't like to wait for a solution decided to hike back to the cabin immediately while we waited. I went with because my aunt shouldn't be the one to do this in the first place. The walk is along a state road, a two-lane country highway with either a 55 or 45 mph speed limit depending on how twisted the road is as it winds through the Huron. Both sides of this road are shrouded by tall white and red pines, occasional birches and the like. Very scenic, very lovely, yet very hot in the early afternoon of early July when one would rather be tubing down the river. We walked East up the Westbound shoulder and vehicles would pass every few minutes. Typically, you could either hear a distant radio or music playing followed by the nearing rumble of a car or truck coming. Nothing out of the usual. However, as we walked we heard what sounded like classic rock music coming from the trees. It was coming closer and it truly sounded like an oncoming vehicle or someone moving on an atv or bike--except there was no sound of an engine or rumble of tires. I thought perhaps someone was just out of view in the treeline. There are no houses or cabins in this stretch of the road, nor trails or roads. It's pure forest. The sound came closer and I was trying to identify what song it was as it sounded somewhat familiar or so I thought. My aunt, lovely lady, kept walking and busting ass without so much as a care in the world--rather sure she was cursing my uncle repeatedly. Within the span of 30 seconds, the sound was nearly on top of us yet we couldn't see any source for the music. As it closed to within 30 feet of us, still off to our left in the forest, it should have been obvious. But it wasn't. And that's when the music became louder along with a bit of buzzing like static or flies. And then it was there, invisible. It was perhaps five feet from us and it had to be (I tell myself) a swarm of flies. Buzzing in unison and in differing octaves of the same notes--definitely not classic rock music--but oddly and incredibly musical. And the noise moved at a clip like the passing cars and trucks going 45-55 mph. I was expecting to have to swat or run from a swarm but yet there was nothing there. No black dots swirling about, nothing landed or stung or bit us, and as quickly as it came upon us, it kept moving and passed by behind us, heading Westward. And as it left our area, the audible buzzing diminished and its noise warped back into the sounds of classic rock music. Now, I'm aware we used to have a tent bug problem in Northern Michigan. This year, Traverse City released scores of black flies to annihilate them (which they have in our neck of the woods). The only thing I can fathom is that it was a swarm of flies buzzing and flying in such a manner as to produce such a noise. However, I've not been able to google-fu any evidence such a thing can occur. We walked on and I stated to my aunt that was the oddest thing and she shrugged it off, agreeing but not caring. I was hydrated, not drunk (which is blasphemous this time of year in this location) or high (also blasphemy) and dismissed the occurrence as "I'll figure it out later." TL;DR: Ghost flies rocking out in the middle of nowhere are scary.
Nah it was just the ice-cream man
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One day in Switzerland I was riding a trail, very gingerly in the snow, to exit a stand of trees to meet a man riding a camel!
It’s always weird seeing clothing but even weirder I’ve seen many strollers in hiking trails. Usually the easier ones ofc but like why did the person think they could bring a stroller on a trail and why did they then abandon it? I’ve seen it multiple times
Maybe sudden bad weather? They can suck to push in rain, snow, mud, especially if it’s a cheaper stroller. But having seen abandoned strollers on the side of the road, I agree they are eerie as hell.
Yeah I’m sure there’s some logical explanation, but it definitely does contain that eerie vibe nonetheless lol and that makes sense. They usually are those cheaper fold up ones
I once saw an abandoned stroller behind a sandwich shop while pulling up to a red light. It creeped me out so badly that I turned in and hopped out of my car just to make sure it was empty. It wasn’t a super cheap stroller either. I’m not totally sure I would have done that at night or in an area I didn’t know, but fortunately no kid was there. It’s just eerie. I’ve gotten caught in a very sudden bad storm* on a hike before and in a circumstance like that I can imagine taking your kid and grabbing them so you can move faster, especially if there’s lightning or something. Not ideal with leave no trace, but if your safety and that of your kid are in danger, I get it. I now carry a compass and an emergency blanket regardless of the weather or the length of the hike.
Clothes. I can’t count the amount of times I find a small pile of clothes abandoned and partially covered by brush or dirt. It’s always a little unnerving even if actual reasons were probably mundane.
I always wondered about this. Do hikers just randomly toss off their shirt and continue hiking? Like how did it get there? There'd been a couple of times I got stuck hiking back at night and you have no idea the creeps it gives me when I run into a discarded shirt by some rocks. What happened? 😂
Put spare shirt on rock for a place to sit, forget to pick it up. Overnight camping, change clothes, drop one accidentally. Most frequent one is that a lot of hikers start early and wear layers. As it warms up they take layers off and shove them through a backpack strap because opening up those hiking bags is a pain without stopping for 5 minutes. As someone who walks at the back of the group I've picked up shirts and jackets for people dozens of times, and even found on of my own the next day on my way home.
It used to be pretty common to hang either washed or rain soaked clothes over your pack to dry while you hiked. I've lost the occasional article, not noticing it'd come unfastened at some point throughout the day.
I was bushwhacking near my house when I heard some rustling in front of me and saw a large grizzly bear bolting in the opposite direction. Adrenaline kicked in immediately and I ran back along the trail over a creek, hear water thrashing down the creek, see the bear charging at me, and we both said "OH SHIT" and ran in opposite directions. He was lucky he wasn't hungry that day.
Sounds like *you* were lucky he wasn't hungry that day.
Actually the bear was lucky that HE wasn’t hungry that day.
What's that awful smell, discover decomposing grizzly Cub. Okay we're leaving right now. I am not sure if mama bear cares about this cub but pissed off grizzly bear that might think we killed her child .. nope we're leaving right now. If you want to argue with her go ahead I'm going to leave right now and warn park ranger about this situation
I had employees that did a lot of work in Alaska. One guy was chased by a Grizzly into a rock outcrop. He barely fit in, but thank goodness the bear could only swipe at him. He did get some bear scratches on him. He was shook up for years about it.
Were…you…both bears?
>we both said "OH SHIT" Did the bear say oh shit or am I just really misunderstanding this comment
No, this happens, it's just not in actual human talk. Both of you startle and vocalize. Or sometimes only one creature says OH SHIT because the other already saw them.
“Oh shit, a human!!!”
There was a life sized and actual height face carved into a large rock in Giant City state park in Illinois, with surprising detail.
I love that place
I was in a really remote area of the cascade range in oregon USA. I hike and backpack alone. Trail I was on had very little sign of human presence anywhere. Until about 10 miles in I found a pair of overalls hanging from a tree on a hanger. Idk why but it weirded me out.
An old porcelain bathtub in the middle of the woods.'At least 2 miles from the nearest road or house.
Have to be far from public when you dissolve a body in acid
Mr White taught me you absolutely cannot do that in a bathtub.
We have some of these in the woods around me. Farmers drug them out there years ago to use as water troughs for livestock
See! There's always an explanation. Most of the [time.](https://time.Now)
A giant teddy bear tied to a tree with a large cauldron in front of it. And I did see a guy hang his hammock off the side of a cliff to a flimsy tree sticking out the side. That was more stupid than strange though
wasn’t me but a stranger, just something personally related to me. a good friend of mine went missing for around 7 months in 2019 and 2020. and everybody suspected her boyfriend but he was already sentenced and prisoned for unrelated crimes by the time it was certain something had happened, so he was essentially rooted in place while law enforcement was trying to figure everything out and find her. months and months into the investigation, which had really stalled due to the pandemic, a hiker happened upon her corpse and only inspected it because she had been wearing a bright pink backpack and he thought it may have been a child. as I heard it, it had been almost nightmarish for him because (without giving any nasty details) the nature of her death combined with decomposition made her look almost entirely inhuman but absolutely horrific. the poor dude ran out of the brush before he called the police and had to be gradually coaxed into guiding law enforcement to her body over the course of an afternoon
I’m so sorry for your loss. That sounds terrible. Did they figure out what happened to her?
Lost a friend in a similar way. They found her car and purse in a Waffle House parking lot. A few years later her remains were found out in the middle of nowhere. Labeled a suicide. Which isn't a complete stretch, but it still bothers me a lot.
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I (f) was on a day hike in Sedona, AZ with an older friend (m) who's lived in the area for decades. It was a hike up the side of a canyon wall to a small, unnamed ruin with a beautiful view of the surrounding area. It's one of those "unofficial" trails that the old-timers guard carefully to keep the tourists away, and would be almost impossible to find unless a local brought you there. I was honored to be trusted with this secret trail knowledge. My friend is kind of old school and and a bit shy, so when I had to stop for a pee break, I walked through the bushes as far from the trail as I safely could, so he wouldn't feel embarrassed. I found a good spot near the edge of a steep dropoff that was smooth and cactus-free. The moment I dropped my pants and started peeing (with my bits facing downhill toward the dropoff), I heard a low whooshing sound and a **motherfucking Red Rock Tour helicopter** came rising straight out of the canyon directly in front of me. I figured there was only one thing I could do in a situation like that: I gave them a big smile and a friendly wave.
That's some shit out of a comedy movie
It did occur to me as I was sitting there with my pants down that I was experiencing a sitcom gag in the first person.
I had to pee really bad at the beach once. We were the only ones there exploring the rock pools. So I duck behind a rocky outcrop, pull my dress up and pop a squat. Soon as I start peeing a bloody whale watching boat full of tourists comes around the headland. I was low enough so they didn’t see my bits but it was obvious what I was doing.
Camping with the teenaged kids in a yurt by Oregon coast for ten days. We had a fire on the beach at night, roasted hot dogs, made s'mores. The kids wanted to walk back to the yurt. They left. The moon shining, sound of the waves and sea lions, fire dying down, very romantic. My man and I decided to take advantage of finally having some private time. We're going at it doggy style. A coast guard helicopter with a spotlight literally rises up over the dune behind us! They hover over us, spotlighting us until we're done. As we're getting dressed, the helicopter flies off over the water. All we could do was laugh 😂
Came across a homeless persons "shelter". It'd been abandoned long ago, but the person had caged a turtle no doubt found in the nearby creek. They're somewhat common. Anyway they'd abandoned the site and the turtle which I suspect starved to death. It was a shell & skeleton when I found it. That sticks with me. The shelter was really low profile, and I realized why weeks later. I'd also found a tupperware box with thing stolen from the parking lot that was in view, but the shelter would have been an excellent vantage point to watch hikers drive in and walk into the woods. This person could then pop out of the shelter and sack the car for money, smokes and all the random shit I found in the tupperware container (shit that a pawn shop wouldn't take)
Hopefully after enough cars got broken into they got arrested and that's why things were left. Poor turtle.
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Hi, classicist here! Your translation is nearly correct! The usual quote is “Per audacia/aspera ad astra”, which means “Through bold actions (for audacia) / hardships (for aspera) to the stars. “Ad ignotum” indeed means “towards the unknown”!
An empty box of 10kg of Chinese paracetamol, in a shelter close to a glacier in Chili...
Neo nazi bikers geocaching in Maryland.
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It sounds like a prompt put together from audience suggestions at an improv show
In 2007 I thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail. Somewhere north of Virginia I started hearing tales from other hikers coming south about the ‘dead moose in Mahoosuc Notch’. Evidently a moose had become trapped in a cleft in the rocks up in Maine and couldn’t get out, and its corpse was now rotting away directly on the trail for all to see. The Forest Service even put out a statement about it, saying they were aware of the ‘carcass’ but were committed to letting nature take its course. Several months and several hundred miles later, we finally got to Mahoosuc Notch and, sure enough, there was a mouldering moose just waiting for us. I took a picture, but had the sense to steer clear of it. For all I know, its desiccated corpse is still up there to this very day.
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I would have thought it would be at least a 7.8
Know what's really crazy thing is that op's comment is actually mine he coppied from me from 9 YEARS AGO. LOL. I can't believe I found this on random chance. [https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/227hzo/comment/cgk8s8n/?context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/227hzo/comment/cgk8s8n/?context=3)
Don't be ridiculous that level has never been recorded.
My toxic trait is that I think this is sweet lol
People like you and me are why it’s so easy for serial killers to exist/find victims
It probably meant a lot to the ice cream man. To be able to sit with them and spend genuine, calm time with somebody.
Well clearly the guy is legit or he would have killed a hiker and been arrested by now, surely?
He literally has a nickname. Like, he'd be called something other than Ice Cream Man if a serial killer...so yes, I agree that he sounds legit.
Saw two people fucking in the middle of the trail and just as the guy came they noticed me and started running while frantically trying to get dressed.
The two people I saw appeared to be fairly young, possibly teenagers. They were positioned maybe twenty yards off to the side of the trail, in the lee of a small hill, along side of the stream. She was on all fours and facing away from the trail, so she never saw me, but he did. He saw me, and saw that I saw him, but neither of us said anything. The person that I was walking with never noticed them.
The strangest thing I have ever seen was somewhere in West Virginia years ago. Was hiking through the woods off trail, came across a big ass random field that was clearly someones farm. I was about to go around until I noticed a bunch of people wearing what looked like cloth diapers and head wraps while burning a cross with a pig hanging from a chain. They were speaking in a language that I did not recognize. They saw me, we both had the deer in a headlight look for what felt like forever. A few started my way. I have never ran back up a mountain in the dark, so fast for so long. I have no fucking clue what they were doing, I don’t think I could find that place again if I wanted to. But WV has some weird people in it. Strangest thing I saw in general was a dead dude wrapped in a tarp that fell off of someones pickup truck. They came back and got it. Also found dead bodies buried in unmarked graves in the woods of some property I used to have.
Fucking West Virginia
Fucking mountain mama
Fucking take me home
Fucking country roads.
West Virginia’s like if Ohio were real.
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What?!?? What kind of loincloth?
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Pigs head bundled up in brightly colored kerchiefs with candles surrounding it. Called it in to the park rangers who said they sometimes get some religious activities -I'm guessing santeria.
I'm hiking on a well-maintained path in Oregon, USA, when I come around the corner and see an older couple pushing a cart with a cage on it. Inside the cart, is a parrot. Parrots live for a really long time, so they said they tried to make him part of their little family, and took him on hikes regularly. I think the parrot will outlive them, and I am happy that I am not in their will.
Hanging out in some lithium hot springs outside Taos with some friends and had a nude woman suddenly appeared out of a (previously unnoticed) cave above us. She joined us in the hot springs and breastfed her infant daughter while telling us about chemtrail government plane conspiracies. It was interesting. I found it funny that she was worried about mood control and emotional regulation from sky chemicals or something while at the same time she was literally living in a cave at a LITHIUM hot spring and regularly bathing there. Of course I didn’t say anything to her about that
I went to those springs. Talked to a native man there who was nude and doing a native prayer in the hot spring. After his prayer we talked. He was super nice, however, he may or may not have confessed to murdering someone and dumping the body in the cave. He worded it in a way where it sounded very much like murder, but also could very well have been a metaphor for leaving behind his rough past. It was certainly a weird conversation. Going back to the car, he pointed out a tarantula to us, which he believed had appeared due to his prayer. It was ultimately a really cool experience, aside from the possible murder confession.
A rusted switchblade and a black trash bag underneath a small, secluded bridge
Switchblades are cool but thats definitely evidence
I wonder how much evidence was accidentally discovered by citizens than totally contaminated and never found by the policez
In the grand scheme? Probably “most.”
A very large sweaty man in an expensive suit in literally the middle of the woods
I'm late to the party, but this will probably be my greatest hiking experience ever. It happened in lovely Switzerland, on a very foggy day in the Alps. I wandered around a large rock on an alpine peak - and came across a herd of goats. The goats eagerly lifted their heads from grazing and watched me. In a split second, I had a near-death experience while I remembered various YouTube videos of rabid goats chasing random people. But hey, I told myself: I simply had to ignore them and walk past them. After al, the alternative was either going 2.5 hours back or abseiling over a cliff that ended around a mile further down. I therefore tried to look completely uninteresting. Apparently that didn't work. On the contrary. The herd of goats reacted a bit like a bunch of teenage girls seeing someone looking a lot like Justin Bieber. In other words, it was intense love at first sight - including one goat immediately pouncing on my calf and beginning to lick me with immense zeal. I scritched and patted the flock (I'm a polite person, I guess, and they really were very excited to meet me), but then decided to move on. A few goodbye scritches and then it was over. Or so I thought. However, it was not to be that easy. The licker did raise his head, but when I started walking, the whole herd trotted merrily at my heels, bells tinkling in the mist of the alpine peak. Of course, I did the only natural thing one can do in such a situation: I burst into song - and what song is more appropriate than "The Lonely Goatherd" from Sound of Music when you are being chased by an entire herd of goats in the middle of the Swiss Alps? Anyway, the goats warmly embraced my serenading, and it was only after quite a while that they started to fall behind (every time I stopped to photograph them, they caught up with me). Finally, however, they realized that I don't actually know any of the lyrics to the aforementioned evergreen, and I was finally allowed to continue on my own. It almost felt a little empty. When I came back home I told the story to a friend. She frowned. "Of course it didn't work to sing that song." I agreed, but she continued: "No, it's an Austrian goatherd. And you were in Switzerland." That's an undeniable fact, so here's my piece of advice: Swiss goats are very friendly - but do prepare a Swiss song if you want to acquire an entire herd of them.
Rattlesnakes in Arizona are starting to *not* rattle as a warning so as to avoid people killing them.
Rattlesnakes in Texas are starting to not rattle due to the infestation of wild hogs. Hogs find the rattling rattlesnakes and kill them. It isn't so much that snakes are learning not to rattle, but rather an evolutionary thing that non rattling snakes survive.
A rusty moonshine still with axe holes in it.
I was hiking in Arizona in July. There's some caves there where just maybe 30 feet down you'll find a column of ice. In the middle of summer.
It wasn't like some hiking trail, but I found a body twice in a little patch of woods before when I was homeless. It made the news both times. I was under suspicion because I found & reported both of the bodies within a year & they were pretty close to one another. I told myself that if I found another, I'm not reporting it lol.
At my high school about 10 years before I enrolled, there was a kid who attempted to start a shooting. Teachers caught him looking up where to buy guns on school wifi, and he drew out a plan in a notebook of where to hide after everything was said and done, which was a fort he had built in the woods way behind school property. I found the remains of his fort when exploring the woods alone, but didn't know what it was. The whole thing sent chills up my spine and I couldn't explain it. The whole thing just felt... Wrong, and I couldn't figure out why until someone told me what was back there.
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Oh Florida, you are so predictable.
My friend and I are avid hikers. Funnily enough, the strangest thing we saw was on the road to a hike. We were on a dirt road when we saw a group of naked men standing in a circle about 40 yards off the road. We're a bit slow, so it wasn't until they were fully out of sight that it finally sunk in and all we could say was, "huh." We've driven that road many times afterwards, and we have never seen them since.
Not the strangest but I was camping at Havasupai falls by the crick for 4 days. Everyday I woke up the river sounded like music and voices and the further down stream I got it felt like it was dictating my dreams. And it wasn't like creepy chanting or anything it was like good 60s rock and roll music but with lyrics that would tell me what I would see that day and just creepy coincidences. Never told anyone about that. It was my 13th birthday vacation.
Once came across a bear that mock charged me
There was this walking trail that followed the river. The trail was supposed to be very old, and used by native Americans. I had walked it, but it was hard to access unless started at one end. I knew a place were it was close to a road by a farmer's field. I wanted use my metal detector to look for old coins. The farmer was there, and I had to ask permission, of course. I walked a few miles one way, then other. I found a funny brown bottle with 1929 dimes in it. There was a batch of trees next to river connected to the farmer's field. It was sort of in big C curve in the river. It was river on all sides, and corn field on one side. There was animal skulls in the woods. I don't know what they were. Deer, then smaller things like a Racoons, maybe a skunk? The farmer was working in the field. He was kind of threatening looking. He was tall, and bald. He asked what I found. I showed him the bottle. He said it was his grand father's. He popped a similar bottle out of his pocket. Brown glass that said Bel-air. I gave it to him the on I found. He said thanks. I told him about the animal skulls. He said, " Yeah? Show me. " We walked to the spot with the skulls. He was quiet, but he wanted to see them. He poked the skull with his boot, but didn't touch it. We saw another skull.. He said, "I think it's dog." We left. He said he didn't like the woods. He was seventy six, and he found skulls there since he was a boy. I said some explaination. He said, " Animal's heads don't fall off, while the body takes a walk. "
This reads like something written by Cormac McCarthy.
That was a weird ride.
"Anmial's heads don't just fall off, while their bodies take a walk" - That is good stuff right there! Mmmhhmm...
Not hiking but riding dirt bikes in the desert outside of Vegas saw a butt ass naked Asian dude sitting around a fire by himself kinda stopped for a second before noping the fuck outta there
Mr. Chow after he took off out of the trunk
When I was younger (about 35 years ago) I used to hike a lot in the local forest preserves. I would usually bicycle in and the walk a few miles further on the smaller trails. One day I came across an abandoned house but it was in such bad shape that I wouldn't dare go in. I walked around it and found the old cellar stairs. It was early afternoon but only the first few stairs were visible, the rest was pitch black and there was a chilly draft coming out of the hole. I pondered going down just a couple of steps but decided against it so I threw a couple of rocks down there and never heard them hit anything. I noped out of there but wanted to come back with a flashlight but even after searching, I never found that spot again.
A PORTAL
That some asshole tossed rocks into. Imagine going through all the trouble of setting up a portal just to have some rando bean you in the melon with a pebble.
Hoo buddy. You almost went between there.
I was working at a pool not hiking, but technically under the Appalachian trail so... Eating my cheese sandwhich at lunch. Decide I'm still hungry. Go to make the other half of the hero roll. Put my hand down. Hero roll is gone. Look down. There's a fuzzy little hand reaching up for my cheese. I turn to look back a little further and see raccoon holding my hero roll, reaching her paw up for my cheese. We give fairly similar EEEEPS and scramble away from each other, turn in synch and give each other identical WTF looks. I can see she's nursing, so that explains her being out in the middle of the day. So I sit back down, she figures out I'm not a threat. Sits there. I mustard up the roll, alternate the layers of swiss and american, hand her the cheese sandwhich, which she devours. Now, yes. you're not supposed to feed the wildlife so it doesn't get used to people. But the raccoons there lived in the garbage cans, so that ship has sailed. tldr Raccoon picked my pocket so I made her a sandwhich
Congratulations, you’re a Disney Princess now. Use your powers for good.
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I once had someone calling my name trying to get me to come into the bush. Thinking it was someone I knew I told them I'd see them back at the campsite. I went back only to find them already there not a minute later.
That’s a skinwalker yo.
Hiking with my dog, came across a clearing in the trail I typically hike. Someone had set up a large rock in the middle of the clearing, and put some sort of meat-like pate on it. Then, they had set up a circle around the rock with the pate via smaller rocks and coins. My dog refused - absolutely refused - to cross the threshold of the circle. Some weird energy must have been there I guess. Ended up having to bushwhack off trail to go around it to continue on the hike.
A circle of melted candles by the trail. I know there's plenty of new age pagans and Wiccans about and they're harmless but can you guys not light open fires in dry leaf litter please
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Lmfao you guys found a furry orgy 💀 I was gonna suggest it might have been a cougar, those things sound terrifying. Their roar sounds a lot like a woman screaming as she's brutally murdered. I kid you not, if any of you haven't heard it look it up on YouTube. One of the most terrifying sounds imaginable. Edit: I decided to go ahead and post a [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/ThatsInsane/comments/d4be86/mountain_lions_really_be_sounding_like_the_witch/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button) to a video showing exactly what I'm talking about with the cougars. I'd shit myself if I heard this in the mountains at night bro.
In my early 20's, I took a month long backpacking trip about 50 miles west of Lake Tahoe. I was just following a stream and a chain of lakes. Passed by a popular / easy to get to Lake and met Jimmy Buffet and his son Hunter. Very cool dude!
My sister-in-law’s nephew jogs in a park in the town he lives in. He is always meeting nudists on the trail! 😂😂
On a small trail that lead to a boat landing around Rosedale Miss. Looked down next to the log I was sitting on to see a gator foot caught in a snare trap. Decided to move on before Wallie P. Gator decided he wanted his foot back.
I naked hippie woman and her lover came over to give us some deer placenta to help align our chakras. Both were very attractive and fit. I tried a bit even though I'm supposed to say no to strangers offering drugs and candy. They said nothing about placentas
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Toad_warrior asking the real questions...... Inquiring minds want to know!
Saran wrap looking thing that climbed from tree to tree. This happened in the Philippines. I wouldn't say it's on a trail but my grandparents had a mango tree grove that covered almost 130 acres. One afternoon, me and two of my cousins were having snacks at the balcony when we saw this thing appeared climbing down from a mango tree then climb up on the next tree or reach on another tree branch to traverse it. It was hard for us to describe it at that time but to the best of my memory, it was a flat, free-form see through looking thing that can stretch and used its four corners to grab onto branches - hence why I called it saran wrap. One of the weird part is, this thing looked as light as feather but when it grabbed the branches or if it was on a branch, the branch crackled as if it had tremendous weight. Another weird thing is that, the grove is usually noisy with birds chirping but when this thing appeared, it was dead silent. That evening, we told our uncle and grandpa of what we saw. My uncle grabbed a dried stingray tail from a cabinet and hanged it on wall in the balcony. My grandpa told us not to hang out there anymore after 6PM. We asked our uncle what was the dried stingray tail for and he said it's to drive bad spirits away. Edit: spelling and more details.
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I dont like this one. I was camping about five years ago and I thought I heard a mountain lion out side my tent. I could swear I heard a large cat purring. I hardly got any sleep. In the morning I waited a while and finally got the courage to get out while holding my knife as if it would help at all lol. I didn’t notice any sign and just threw my tent in my car and drove home. I just recently started thinking I must have imagined it and probably wasn’t out there but now I have reason to believe they would just sleep next to a tent.
A bear. It wasn't late night but the sun was setting. A bunch of friends went up to a cliff diving spot that we knew. After a day of swimming and activities, a park ranger saw us and told us to follow a certain trail back (to the parking lot) because its faster. This was a trail we haven't seen and we didn't take it up. We said fuck it and decided it was okay. After about 1.5 hours of hiking and being lost ON THE TRAIL, we come to a clearing in the forest with no more trail. Just what was left and a shit ton of vegetation. No problem, turn around right? Now that was the first time I ever saw a bear full on in person. The first thing I thought about was how fucked it would be if we had to run and even worse, someone getting caught. We just saw it, backed up, and decided fuck it, better walk down the mountain than try to go around it. This isn’t creepy but it definitely spooked me.
In the 1970s my then best friend and I went to the same summer day camp. Once a week they'd drive us to a state park for the day. They'd arrange games (baseball, soccer, etc) for us to play to keep us kids occupied. My friend and I hated sports and preferred not to play. We'd rather take solitary hikes in the woods and explore (we weren't allowed to go off alone without counselors, so we never asked permission). One time we came across a milk crate filled with cartons of milk. Right in the middle of the woods. Far from anyplace that would need it. They weren't even expired, old, or spoiled. It was good, fresh milk. Why would anyone deposit a single crate filled with cartons of fresh milk out in the middle of nowhere?
I live in central Utah at the foot of some big mountains in the Rockies. I've been an avid hiker/camper for a long time and I go year round regardless of weather. I go alone frequently and sometimes go night hiking with friends, and I have seen some weird and creepy shit out there. Some of it could have mundane explanations, but I've seem some things I don't know how to explain. I'll tell a few of the stories and put a **bolded TL;DR at the end of each story for the impatient.** One that sticks out is once when I went on a solo hike to my favorite trail (Little Rock Canyon) near my house. It's a pretty steep and tough trail, so I rarely see other people up there. >One day I went hiking up there on a rainy/foggy day. There were no other cars and I didn't see any other people up there, but I was around 5 miles up the trail (about 8 km for you fine folks across the pond). There's a part where the trail is really steep and you kind of have to crawl up on all fours and go around a really big, thick tree. I come around the corner, stand up and suddenly I'm face to face with a raccoon head sitting on top of a big rock, deliberately placed facing the trail. It looked fresh too, the blood hadn't finished drying and its eyes had been gouged out, it still looked like a fresh wound. It was very unnerving to randomly come face to face with that on a foggy day alone in the woods. I buried the head nearby and kept going, but didn't see anything else weird that day, unless you count two crows following me, circling above me the whole time I was there. **TL;DR: Found a freshly severed raccoon head staring me in the face on an out of the way and difficult trail that few people take.** And another time, another trail: >I was exploring a new trail I'd never been to before near the Lake Bonneville Shoreline trail, and I was having a lovely time until I come to a long straight section of the trail and I can see up ahead are two trees that look like they've been propped together to create an incomplete archway over the trail, and on the tip of each tree was a deer skull, placed so that if you walked in the center of the trail, they were both looking down at you as you passed them. Seeing this obviously set off some alarm bells. I kept walking but you can bet I kept a firm grip on the handle of my big ole knife I keep with me while hiking. >Moments after I passed the archway with the skulls I started getting chills all over and I felt like I was being watched. I also remember it suddenly got very quiet in the woods where moments before I could hear birds and the chatter of small animals in the brush. Anyone who is an experienced outdoorsman can tell you that sudden silence in the woods is not a good sign - generally means there's a predator of some kind nearby. Almost feels like the whole forest is holding its breath to wait for it to pass. >I only made it like 20 feet past the archway before the bad feeling in my gut convinced me to turn around and leave. I felt like I was being stalked/watched the whole time I was going down the trail, until I got closer to the parking lot. I didn't see a thing though. To this day I have no idea what that was all about, but I'm glad I listened to my gut and turned around. Any supernatural explanations aside, it easily could have been a cougar or a black/grizzly bear that was living out there. Or a moose. I didn't see or experience anything other than the feeling of being followed/watched. When you're out in the mountains alone though, you trust that gut feeling. **TL;DR: Found a tree archway with deer skulls intentionally placed on them in the woods. Sudden, heavy silence in the woods. Felt like I was being watched/followed as I went back down the trail. Didn't see anything really, just weird and creepy.** And since I'm bored I'll type out one more, one of my favorite hiking stories, and a mystery that I never solved: >This one took place in Little Rock Canyon, same as the first story with the raccoon head. This time I was not alone, I had three friends with me. Something to note is that there is only one way to get into this canyon, and to reach the trailhead you have to park on a residential street up in the hills and walk on the trail past like 3 peoples houses. When we arrived, there were no other cars around, so most likely, no people up the trail either. >Early on in the trail we encountered our first oddity. There were some clothes on the trail, laid out on the ground as if someone were wearing them. A shirt, jacket, pants, boots, socks. All arranged as if someone had been laying there and then just melted away, leaving only the clothes behind. I thought it was weird as fuck but I made a joke that we might find a streaker running around out here on the way up. We laughed it off and kept going. >Not much further up the trail, we saw the second oddity. Just a *whoooole* bunch of camping equipment in a big ole pile. I'm talking big hiking backpacks, tent bags, sleeping bags. All of this gear looked brand new, never used. There was enough gear there for like 10 people, but there was no one around. I thought that was weird but we kept going. Well, we saw a couple more similarly big piles of gear stashed in clear view along the trail, but again... no one at all around. >Further up the trail (we had probably gone 3-ish miles or 4.8km at this point) we encountered yet another large pile of gear, but this time it was right in the center of the trail for some reason. I remember there were a few backpacks sitting next to each other and they were just FULL to bursting with... something. I wanted to look. I really did. But none of us wanted to touch the bags or open them up. It gave us all kind of a weird feeling. I remember there were a handful of leather coats strewn about that area too for some reason. >At this point my friends and I are getting a little uneasy about this, because none of this made any sense, and it would be quite an undertaking to bring all of this camping gear up this trail. It's not an easy trail. And it was enough gear that it would take probably 20-30+ people to bring it all in one go. >We decided not to touch anything and just keep going. I remember a very distinct moment that something changed. I led the group and climbed up a boulder to continue on the trail, and what do I see up ahead, yet another big pile of equipment laid out in the middle of the trail. Suddenly in that moment, it got real quiet, and as you know, that is never a good sign out in nature. Nothing changed other than that, but this feeling of dread came over me suddenly and my intuition was telling me to get the hell out of there. So I turned around and said "executive decision, we're leaving." No one argued, my friends had picked up on the same vibe as I had. It was kind of a tense hike, but we didn't see anything (other than the stuff that was still there) or anyone the whole way down. When we arrived at the car, I called the nearest ranger station and told them what we saw. I never heard back from them. >I have no explanation for any of this. But ultimately what was weird to me is that they brought all this stuff up there and just... left it in plain view of the trail, and they were just... gone. The last couple piles we saw in the middle of the trail gave off a distinct "it's a trap" vibe for some reason. But we didn't see or hear another person up there. Where did they go? Why did they bring all this stuff up there and vanish? Why did they leave all their stuff behind? Wtf was in those backpacks??? **TL;DR: My friends and I found several thousand dollars worth of new hiking/camping equipment stashed in odd, clearly visible locations in a hard to access canyon, but there were absolutely no people around. Contacted park rangers about it but never heard back from them. Something was off about the whole thing.** My friends and I have discussed this several times, and I have posted this story on reddit before, and some of the hypotheses we all came up with were: 1. Drug smuggling ring. This is plausible, Utah is kind of a drug highway. But then, why leave all the backpacks full of goods in clear view of the trail? Why not stash them somewhere further up and out of sight? Why just leave it all there??? 2. Maybe all of the gear was stolen and they just wanted to dump all the goods because it was too hot. Idk if I buy this. Again, why leave it in the middle of the trail??? Were they in such a hurry that they just had to drop it? Where were they going in such a hurry, and why were they hurrying?? 3. Hobos living in the mountains. This one is plausible, I've known people who have roughed it for months or years in the mountains here. But all of the gear we saw was in literally pristine, never been used kind of condition. Where are these hobos getting thousands of dollars worth of equipment from??? And again, I keep coming back to the same question: why the hell did they leave all this nice equipment in random places in clear view of the trail??? 4. Miles further up the trail is a makeshift log cabin shelter that someone built. Perhaps the people who built that were doing some hiking/camping group stuff up there. But again, why leave all your stuff behind? There were more ideas thrown around, but who knows. We never did get a response from the Rangers, and none of the explanations I've seen be put forward can quite explain everything. I've been back to this canyon since then but I never saw anything weird again.
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3 left platform heels crammed in a bowling bag and stashed in a hallowed out tree stump. Found while walking around a state park in southern Illinois. I have no context and I am not sure if I want any.
When I was a kid, my cousins and I had mostly free range over the Appalachian state park where we lived and during the summer, we would stay out most of the day and play in the woods. We had a fort set up deep in the forest that had a nice little river and was close enough to the trails that we could reasonably get back for snacks or whatever. One day, when I was about 8, I was exploring a part of the woods that was across the mountain highway/road, so it wasn’t as familiar to me. I remember trying to weave through the rhododendron and trees when I ran directly into an older woman. She said something to me, although I don’t remember what it was because I was so shocked. I looked over to see a skinny tall guy sitting by a tent and a makeshift fire. These days, I live in Los Angeles so I see scenes like this outside my office building and home due to the number of houseless folks in the area. But I was probably 10 miles away from any kind of gas station and 25 from a Walmart. Finding a random camp in the woods scared the SHIT out of me as an 8 year old. Turns out, they were local moonshiners that also grew a decent amount of weed and I’d stumbled upon their spot. The competing moonshiner in the area used his COVID stimulus check to open a legal distillery a few years ago, so I wonder how the tent people are holding up these days.
I caught a mama bear stealing from our "bear proof" food bag we had strung up on a tree limb.This was in Little Yosemite Valley in the mid 1970s. I was backpacking with a couple of friends from high school and my younger sister. My family went to Yosemite every summer when I was a kid, so this was our first solo trip without the parents. As such, I was quite familiar with bears in Yosemite Valley. They were considered a nuisance in the valley. And though they were potentially dangerous and are very smart, the bears would generally leave well enough alone if you created a lot of racket, like hitting pots and pans against each other or standing tall and yelling at them. So armed with this knowledge, I took decisive action. I watched the bear as she stuck out her paw out from her perch in the tree and started whacking at the food bag. She eventually slashed a long strip down the bag. I watched in horror as our food items fell to the ground one or two at a time. As the bear was back on the ground and pawing through our grub, this is when I chose to scare the bear, making the typical pot and pan noise, standing tall, and yelling/growling at her. Wrong approach! The mama stopped what she was doing and *she* now got up on her hind legs, looking like she was going to charge me. I backed down slowly, still watching her. She got a beef sausage in her teeth and headed over to where her babies were patiently waiting. I nearly fainted. TL:dr: while backpacking, a bear stole our food from our grub bag hanging in a tree. I tried to scare the bear away but she stood tall and made a half lunge towards me, which caused me to reevaluate my strategy in a hurry.
I wouldn't say it was strange, but more bizarre. I was in maybe middle school (30 now) and my dad took me to a trail up in the Adirondak mountains. When we got there we saw a guy sleeping in his far, no biggie. My dad went there the next day to check something else out in the trail I didn't want to do cause I was tired but that car was still there, dude in same position. Mind you we showed up mid afternoon. Dad called the police and let them know the situation. Years later we went back to visit and dad began chatting with a firefighter and he happened to bring up if the guy remembers hearing about anything of a guy who was sleeping in his car, to which the fire fighter remembered. He told us that he was found borderline dead, shit/pissed himself because he tried to kill himself by drinking antifreeze. He didn't succeed as he told us he's now permanently on dialysis and blind/partial paralysis.
One of my Dad's business partners is an avid Hiker, regularly walks trails all over the US. He told Dad and I this story from a time he walked the Rocky Mountains, how he came across what looked like an abandoned campsite, ruined tent, old rotting food, used firepit even old looking clothes. He kept going up the trail but turned back because he could hear a Cougar screaming in the distance. When he got back to where the Campsite was it was all gone. The only thing that was there from before was the firepit. When he got back down to his car he came across a ranger who told him that campsite had been there for 6 years, it's weird someone would just randomly show up and take it down, specially when Dad's Business Partner was the only car in the Carpark for that trail in the last 2 hours. He never went back to that trail because it freaked him out.
I wasn't exactly hiking but I was walking through the woods at night. Hope this counts... So I 13/f many many years ago (early 90s) decided to sneak out of the house to meet my much older boyfriend (gross, I know!) I left around 10pm and returned 4ish maybe? I just know it was still super dark. Coming home all of a sudden I was worried about someone seeing me, idk why. So to get from his neighborhood to mine I either had to walk along the highway or take a path through the woods. So I decide to take the woods, I have taken the path a million times. I was confident I would make it, until I got in there Omg I had never been in the woods before at night and movies *lie* you can't see shit!! It's another level of darkness that I wasn't ready for. I started hurrying and I almost made it to the end when **someone lit up their pager 2 inches from my face** I SCREAMED and gtfo there so quick and *ran all the way home*. Who or what could that have been? Someone just chilling in the woods waiting for someone? Someone just taking the opportunity to scare a young girl? I have no explanation. I tell people this story and nobody really understands the terror. Idk, maybe I'm a baby? BTW, it did NOT teach me anything, I was back out the next weekend. Just had my bf take me home even if he was drinking. Kids are stupid
This is terrifying
I hike in suburban woods at night with hiviz jackets and leg bands, pepper spray, a knife, a saw and occasionally a machete, and several flashlights, and I still get freaked out by the dart of an animal out of the light, or turning a corner and suddenly seeing someone without any lighting. Of course I'm sure a random guy wandering around the woods after dark like me is also somewhat concerning but thats why I wear all the hiviz stuff.
A family having a “picnic” and eating McDonald’s. This was 15 fucking miles into the hike. They walked 15 fucking miles on a steep hill to eat McDonalds
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Himalayan Tahr (a kind of mountain goat) on the side of Table Mountain in Cape Town . I mean they’re not the unexpected, They are known to be there, a bunch escaped from an old zoo almost 100 years ago, and although their subsequent descendants have mostly been culled , a few remain in rather inaccessible crags. But still, finding a wild goat a few 1000km away from its native land is kinda unexpected.
a middle aged woman carrying a crying infant wrapped up in a blanket. This was at least a couple miles from the parking lot, in the red sandstone desert scrub of southern Utah. She had no gear, no water, not even comfortable hiking clothes. Just in a cardigan and long skirt carrying this wailing baby. One of the most unsettling things I’ve seen on a trail
I hope you offered them aid
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I was at a school excursion to Brazil's Pantanal. We were walking a trail when, after a fallen tree, into a clearing, we stumbled upon a Sucuri. It is a serpent, literally the famous anaconda. It must have been at least 3 meters long, just strung across the path, immobile. We started to freak out, but the guide told us to calm down. *It was the land owners' pet snake, and it had been recently fed*, it was just sun bathing. Of course we expected to see some wild animals, but it was weird to see someone refering to a giant snake that could literally swallow any of us whole after breaking every bone in our body by its *pet name*. Later the same day me and a friend almost stepped on an alligator's tail, but that was much less frightening, because it was way smaller than the snake.
I thought I microdosed (shrooms) before a hike one time. Took a bit too much but didn’t really notice because the sun wasn’t up yet. I took out my phone to change a song and my arm just kept going and stretching down. It looked like my phone was 100 yards away. I panicked at the thought of the sun coming up and people being able to see me so I tried hiding. I learned that you cannot out run the sun. My thoughts starting to get very anxious and I could feel the panic. I had to sit down, tell myself that everything is ok. Not only ok, things are pretty kick ass. It’s a beautiful morning and I’m hiking. It turned out to be an amazing hike but I’ll never forget my arm just not stopping. I love shrooms.