Mysteries abound at Homeless Hill

   So yesterday I was hanging out with my cousin Merryn and her friend Erin in a place called Homeless Hill, so named because a couple of years ago I knew two freedom campers (technically homeless) that lived there. Anyway, I headed back today to do some exploring and I made some interesting discoveries.

We keep it classy, yo

   The first thing I found was a large area of water, which lead to a larger area of water, which lead to a spring. Turns out the homeless boys/freedom campers had an eagle eye for real estate- running water is a luxury when you’re homeless. I took some photos because I got myself a camera lately, though they certainly don’t do it justice.

Large area of water

Larger area of water

   The most interesting part is that it appears to have been carefully constructed with a wood plank and stones placed just so, and it appears to have been there a while. Top homeless engineering.

    The next thing I discovered was a tarp among the trees. Strung up and everything. Cautiously, I looked around, but there was no sign of anyone around. I took a couple of sneaky pictures of the tarp and went to explore further up the hill.

   When I came back, the tarp was gone (I still hadn’t seen or heard anyone, and I was only off for a minute or so) and when I went to compare it to the photos on my camera, all the tarp pictures I’d taken were mysteriously missing, except for one, that had ended up all distorted.

There might be the tarp in this. Maybe. 

   I ran the fuck out of there.

   I returned later today with Erin (she does fencing- with David, so I thought if we got attacked, she’d probably be an advantage in a stick war with a hobo with an advanced ability in engineering) to take some more photos where the tarp was to see if it would work. It did. Odd.

   Anyway, what on earth happened today? The tarp coming down was one thing. But those photos? Fucking weird. I’m not going back there by myself.

   Also, I saw ex-boyfriend today for the first time since he got back from Canada, so I might get him to escort me there next time. With a knife from his shop, so I feel safe. All in the name of “investigative journalism.”

   Also yeah. I’m totally aware that I ended up ruining some homeless person’s day. That was not the intention of this. I’m just curious to find out what’s going on now after that incident with the photos. That’s freaking unnerving.