Blair-witch type woods, and after watching True Detective, I was spooked. Downed trees were all along the trail, making navigation difficult for my dog Charlie. The trail blazes were poorly marked and nearby shot gun blasts shook my nerves. "Should be wearing orange", I thought.
Solo-hiking. I love it, but I get nervous. Especially on new trails. Perhaps it's like anything else, the more you do it, the more comfortable it becomes. When I hike alone, my mind drifts and frets, filling itself with thoughts of rapists or murderers. Or over-eager hunters who don't site properly. Up north, I worry about bears, and snakes, and mountain lions. I find the woods have a way of surrounding you, making you feel alone and vulnerable, even if you're only 500 metres away from a farm house, or a road. I wonder if those raised in the true country feel this way about the city?
Bill Bryson had this to say: "What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless". Exactly. Bears, ruthless humans, etc. Perhaps that's why I hike though - to face my fears, overcome, gain courage.
Ominous trees, lots of dead wood.
Ominous skies above a cornfield.