I came back because I had too. My campsite sits well hidden in the back of Bingo Forest. The lush colors roll through the Green Mountains and serenity captivates. The Bingo Forest hides on the south side of Mount Worth. I’ve come back to face what happened to me the last time that I camped here. I want to understand my senses and I want to come to terms with my clairvoyance. Mostly, I don’t want to be afraid anymore. Fear digs into me while nature guides, often reminding me how insignificant I really am.
The stars begin to show themselves in the early evening darkness. Poking through the evening sky while my campfire warms the vicinity. The horizon becomes limitless, yet I’m still not comfortable. I still feel like someone or something is watching me. I can feel “strange eyes” upon me. The stars become my roof in the night, while those “strange eyes” become my walls. I feel that uneasiness created by a predator, even in the peace and serenity of what usually seems like an empty forest. I suddenly know that I’m completely vulnerable out here.
Time hides in the brief period between dusk and darkness. The wilderness becomes completely black. The sun falls from the sky while the moon has yet to venture upon the horizon. Even with a large campfire, the trees become no man’s land. Yet, I know that someone or something is watching me. I sit six miles deep in Bingo Forest, at the end of Bingo Brook Road. I have a foam bed in the back of my camper. I’m trying to get away from people, from work, from everything. I want peace and I want nature, only I’m scared.
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