I have lately gotten the idea into my head to scamper up all the little hills and mounds (not man-made, there are large boulders jutting out from underneath), just to, you know, see what’s there.
Oh hey, somebody’s secret camp, atop a hill where passersby don’t see it. Wasn’t expecting this, nor the two deer who tore off when they saw me. I wonder who uses this — Pagans? Neo-nazis? (I doubt the latter, the area was clean and well-tended. No cigarette butts, even.)