glamcaster
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Hey all,
I realize the subject is cryptic, but try and hear me out here. Does anyone else, from time-to-time, get panicky on the water alone? And yes, I'm taking my mood stabilizers :hammer:
The area I'm most susceptible to the ick is State Gamelands 211; Stony Valley in general. I'm a sucker for some of the mining-Appalachia "folklore" but idk...NEVER will I forget my first, and last, outing to West Branch Fishing Creek. (Spoiler alert: **** acidic water, more newts than brookies) Greeting me by the swampy-spring headwaters: A deer skull, pile of a deer? bones, and other bones I mistook for femurs. A flattened Coleman tent also shook me.
Where the creek runs narrow through some pines, the panic really set in. The wind picked up, and whistled ominously. Starting here, I simply felt watched. Something trampled a lot of brush, even a small pine tree. Fur matted the ground. Fumbled along until I reached a little meadow. This feeling persisted the whole 3 mile scramble to my Volkswagen. Had similar moments in the swamps below
Maybe I dodged a bear, upset a god, or both. Maybe I need a break from the "Gods of Appalachia" podcast.
Regardless, there's a reason people of these towns are so tight-lipped, and wary of outsiders. Anyone else have stories as such? Any tips on keeping calm+safe on solo expeditions?
When the mountains get fed up with me, my city slicker a$$ is quick to evacuate. Would greatly appreciate any feedback, cheers
I realize the subject is cryptic, but try and hear me out here. Does anyone else, from time-to-time, get panicky on the water alone? And yes, I'm taking my mood stabilizers :hammer:
The area I'm most susceptible to the ick is State Gamelands 211; Stony Valley in general. I'm a sucker for some of the mining-Appalachia "folklore" but idk...NEVER will I forget my first, and last, outing to West Branch Fishing Creek. (Spoiler alert: **** acidic water, more newts than brookies) Greeting me by the swampy-spring headwaters: A deer skull, pile of a deer? bones, and other bones I mistook for femurs. A flattened Coleman tent also shook me.
Where the creek runs narrow through some pines, the panic really set in. The wind picked up, and whistled ominously. Starting here, I simply felt watched. Something trampled a lot of brush, even a small pine tree. Fur matted the ground. Fumbled along until I reached a little meadow. This feeling persisted the whole 3 mile scramble to my Volkswagen. Had similar moments in the swamps below
Maybe I dodged a bear, upset a god, or both. Maybe I need a break from the "Gods of Appalachia" podcast.
Regardless, there's a reason people of these towns are so tight-lipped, and wary of outsiders. Anyone else have stories as such? Any tips on keeping calm+safe on solo expeditions?
When the mountains get fed up with me, my city slicker a$$ is quick to evacuate. Would greatly appreciate any feedback, cheers