48 - Cars in the hillside. joneworlds@mailbox.org I saw one of those things today that bothers my brain for a while, because it's just so baffling. I was hiking around in the woods in the hills behind the complex the other day, trying to install PJ's cellphone-on-a-stick thingies here and there as part of our ogre warning system. And it wasn't going so well, because this small bunch of goblins are tracking me as I go. I would set one device up, walk away, and when I look back, they're trying to pull the stake out of the ground and take the phone off it. Or pulling off the plastic baggie we put on them for water proofing, and putting it over their head. And I'm just thinking like, over your head, really? That's a very poor decision. Anyways, there's a lot of trails back there, and rugged in parts as you go out further. And since I go there a lot I get to thinking I've explored about all of it. And I take this fork in the trail that I was sure I had gone down before, but pretty soon I realize I'm somewhere unfamiliar. And I follow it up over this ridge I don't remember, and then I'm coming down into a lower area. I couldn't believe what I saw. Looking down, there is this sort of steep-sided little valley, hidden from all sides, and the slopes have old cars somehow embedded into them. There must have been dozens of them, buried sideways into the hillside, so that only the driver-side of each was visible. I can't even imagine how these came to be here - there is no road, and even if there was how could anyone bury them this way. Not to mention why. And then I remember all those dirty cars at my dad's place that he won't tell me where they're from, and I get this weird feeling in my stomach. I scramble over to look inside a few of ones that I could get to. I see blankets and bottles and other items that make me think somebody was in there at some point. But I don't know what to make of all this.