pt 7
The trail was a fucking mess, trees and rocks littered the animal trails and the bush was so thick with evergreens that it was no better. It was slow going and of course we were still being followed, we would still catch sight of them at the edge of our vision, watching and whispering in tune with the wind, I couldn't even tell which was which by this point, sometimes I still can't. For whatever reason we were left mostly untouched on the rest of the way back, the poor trail conditions slowed us to the point that it was already dark and we still hadn't made it to the truck. Dana didn't want to stop though, he said we were close and didn't want to risk another night outside.
I'm not sure when it was but we eventually made our way out of the trees and onto a road, we followed it for a few minutes until we saw it, the glorious steed that would get us out of that place, covered under a few feet of snow though it was. We swept out the truck bed, threw our things in and drove away; I don't think either of us looked back. after we got back to town stayed at an inn for the night, best goddamn rest of my life. We woke early and drove for nearly the entire day until we made to the Erik Nelson airport.
When we got back Dana stayed with my family for a little while, at my dad's behest. We didn't talk much about the trip, just said we needed to come home early. That spring
Dana left and said that he was going back home. I asked him what in the fuck he was thinking going back there and he told me he had lived in those woods for almost twenty years, it was his home and he would stay there as long as he had left.
He promised to call or visit on occasion. That was three years ago, none of us have heard hide nor hair of him. My parents are convinced he passed away, they're probably right but I can't help wanting to know.
And that is where we come to today, I told my friends about what happened that winter and they don't really buy it, can't blame them but we've been talking on and off for a year now about going on a camping trip and I jokingly mentioned that maybe we should go out to my grandfather's cabin. They thought it was a great idea >>697397486
We're currently in the Skky motel in Whitehorse. We are leaving tomorrow morning. I'm still convinced that this is a bad idea but I want to know what happened when my grandad came back out here. We plan for the trip to be a little less than a month and we picked summer since I think it is safer than the dead of winter like last time. This is the last story I'm going to be posting for a while. Come the start of September I'll start a thread and let you all know what happens, I'll take pictures where I can and have brought a number of spare batteries for my phone. Wish us luck.
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