Yes it seems as if I am on a posting rampage. But then again I am kind of incapacitated at the moment. So all I can say is happy reading.
I had posted this story to the old blog as well. It is a good story and an experience I will always remember and contemplate.
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Have you ever had something happen to you that was just plain weird and left you wondering “what the hell just happened?”
A couple years ago I was camping with my dog Sam in the head of Peachtree hollow in Southern West Virginia. It was early in the morning around 1am to 2am. It had been a very peaceful night with only a gentle breeze. When I came up out of sleep enough to be aware I heard a wind coming up the valley. A very strong wind and no doubt coming straight for the area around the tent, from this point there is an un-fillable gap maybe I went back into a deeper sleep. (I should note here that the wind I didn’t find strange because in these hollows it either moves up or down. This particular hollow was to narrow and deep to have a crosswind of any kind.) I’m not sure how much time passed before I was brought back to a near conscious state by a brilliant flash of pure white light, then I was wide awake and so was Sam. It was a star filled night with not a cloud in the sky.
There is no explanation for the light. Was it in my dream and powerful enough to wake me? Or did my dream pull it in from an outside source? If so, what was the source?
This is the camp where the strange lights occurred. This is in the very head of Peachtree Hollow. There was actually two tents here. The one pictured above turned into a pile a scrap and fabric with the first storm to come up the hollow.
I replaced the previous tent with this old canvas tent, metal poles the works. I put the tarp over the top for added protection. You can see the remains of what was a nice cabin tent sticking out from behind this one. Or nice for camping State Parks and places like that. Pretty much worthless for the West Virginia Backwoods though. The canvas tent had to endure a much more severe storm just a couple of nights later. It survived with flying colors. That is Sam in the photo, God rest her soul. I have never had a friend that could even remotely come close to the friend that Sam was.
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On another note, the banner at the bottom of this page was inspired by this photo.
You can plainly see this person served in the civil war. This grave marker is in Martins Creek, West Virginia.
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