Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Some light reading.
Part of why we get so many is the Appalachian Trail. It runs through the mountains here, and it attracts psychopathic, mentally ill individuals like stink draws flies. In my county alone in the last few years there have been a number of ghastly murders up on the trail when hikers were set upon by crazies.
You also get the day trippers who think that the trails here are like city park paths. They go out with no equipment, no supplies, no map, no nothing. They don't tell anyone where they are, where they are going, or when they'll be back because they are just going out for a few hours. Nobody even knows they are missing until the park rangers notice that their car has been at the trail head for a long time. By then the "hikers" have often already expired through accident, cold, exposure, or being yaffled by some of the less congenial denizens of the deep forest.
That's all pretty normal. There have been some odd disappearances, though. People who have grown up here, and are skilled in wood lore who go out to hunt and don't come back. People who are driving down the old forest service roads and don't come home. Some of those make interesting stories, especially since the mountains are full of myths and legends about the forest. Most come from the Cherokee and some, I suspect, were brought here by the Scotch Irish (or, Scots Irish if you are from the U.K.)
I ordered the book above after the radio program caught my interest. Have to stave off winter boredom.