The Dead End Story
The run was planned as a loop on the old dirt road, the same road we drove in the day before to set up camp. We headed out, the gentle old gimpy fella, blessed with an operatic, menacing bark, comfortably in the truck to protect the assets.
We ran out of camp enjoying the clear crisp fall morning, turning left on the dirt road, the only road cut through the beautiful dense forest. We quickly noticed a shot-up old yellow and black diamond-shaped Dead End sign which was odd as our research had shown a loop. A mile later the road ended, so we turned back.
We saw another odd thing as we passed by the entrance to our camp, another shot-up old yellow and black diamond-shaped Dead End sign. Not possible, we thought as we continued down the road. We rounded the curve, stopped suddenly in disbelief, the road ended, now in both directions.
We ran back to camp with great urgency, nervous energy flowing through our veins only to find everything we owned, gone. The only thing left was one freshly opened, empty can of dog food on the ground where the truck once sat.
The end.
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