Don’t tell me where it is. Just describe it. What makes it special to you? How often do you visit it? Do others know about it, or is it just yours?
Tell me about your secret spot in the woods
Don’t tell me where it is. Just describe it. What makes it special to you? How often do you visit it? Do others know about it, or is it just yours?
wouldn't you like to know, mr alltrails fedboy
Humans walk everywhere
They follow every trail
The children burrow into even the raccoon trails
Even in todays age
But not my spot. They walk right by.
Don't be rude. If you don't want the feds to find it just don't ever carry any tech there--ezpz.
https://support.alltrails.com/hc/en-us/articles/360019244351-How-do-I-contribute-a-new-trail-to-AllTrails-
There’s this very old logging path adjacent to my property; it’s completely overgrown with moss and the reprod trees are probably 60 years old (judging by the cans and debris left by the loggers)
Anyways, there’s no current road or access, so it’s pretty much private. Dog and I are the only ones who go there. Just a nice secluded 2 mile hike we do a few days a week at lunch.
There’s a tire up in a tree that marks the halfway point; and I don’t have a clue how it got up there. How much beer was involved?
I have a few old Forest Service roads that I occasionally visit. They’re off of a hiking trail, but most people seem to avoid them. Like on a busy weekend when I’ll see 4 or 5 groups on a Friday using the established trail I can check out these roads and not see a soul. There’s nothing too special about them, they’re just not used by anyone on a regular basis. They’re all pretty short, and dirt rather than gravel. Some are very overgrown, with small trees growing up between the tracks worn by vehicle tires.
>your secret spot
>singular
If you don't have a whole bunch of secret spots, then you don't really get out and explore much
Did you have anything to contribute, or are just here to turn this into a dick-measuring contest.
My spot is an oak savannah with a forest next to it that harbors a large population of Yellow Fly Agaric. The first time I visited this place I was enraptured by these huge yellow-orange mushrooms and I collected one to carry for the rest of the hike and admire, like a flower. It was starting to dry out so it had a metallic shimmer to the cap and it looked just like the sun. I also found a 30' fairy ring of these mushrooms growing around an oak in the middle of the savannah.
Part of my hike led me down a rural road. It was maybe 11 a.m. An old guy in a house on the road saw me walking and came out to talk to me. He was very friendly and was amused by the mushroom. He talked about finding arrowheads behind his house and I talked about the mushroom. This interaction would have been extremely bizarre to witness and overhear - I have to recontextualize this conversation by mentioning that this guy was extremely drunk and that I was tripping on acid.
>Th'indjins musta ran thhhrough here, shootin deers n shit
>Yeah, man, they were, like, one with the land and these trees and this mushroom, man
When I got back to my car, I locked my fricking keys in my trunk and had to walk 3 miles to get cell service and wait almost 4 hours for an unlock while still tripping. A day that I will always look back on fondly.
I go back there a few times a year to pick more mushrooms. People know of the park and trail but I don't tell people about the mushrooms unless they show interest in that sort of thing first.
Were you gonna drive home high? lmao
No, I had to stop off at my car to get more water and drop off my foraging basket. I opened my trunk, put my mushrooms and backpack in there, closed the trunk, then realized my key and spare key were both in my backpack.
My plan was to restock and walk over to a different part of the trail, stay hydrated, and the trip would have tapered off in 4 hours. Instead, I had no water, and the dehydration extendended the disorientation of the LSD for much longer than it otherwise would have lasted. The visuals were long gone either way. When I finally got back into my car, I was sober but the tiredness and bodily stress from the dehydration made the drive a bit sketchy anyway.
make sure to buy SSRI-class antidepressants like paxil, prozac or citalopram/escitalopram online from the darkweb or from a doctor
they end your trip INSTANTLY (well in 5 minutes) and they allow you to safely drive in an emergency
this does not cause serotonin syndrome or sedation and there's no downside
this works for ending mdma, lsd, dmt, shrooms trips and some other serotonin-binding hallucinogens of a similar nature
I still have some Prozac that I had stopped taking in order to try psychedelic antidepressants. I didn't know that tip, thanks.
yeah just make sure you have it in a baggy or something in your pocket or really easily accessible where you won't lose it while you are tripping, and, make sure to take it when you want the trip to end, not at the beginning or before, or you won't trip at all
I've never heard of that before and it doesn't sound like it'd work, where have you heard this?
Mine is just a track near my home.
It's great because it's so close I can go there every day.
It's a nice dirt trail in a pine tree forest about 2 klicks from my home. I go there every summer just to walk barefoot there, because the soil feels so nice underfoot. In June though, the place is infested with mosquitos, so there's a bit of a price to pay for my pleasure. But May and August are perfect.
There's a turret/short tower I know about that some road crew made from blasted rock when they built a road through the mountains. It's up on an overlook above the road at a corner. It's big enough for one person to stretch out in but would need a roof to be a shelter.
I know a charming old pioneer cabin in the woods near the city that the owners kindly let people hang out at during the day. It has a guestbook and everything but it's not on any map I've seen. If you know, you know.
Mine is in squamish. It's up in the range up and behind the chief and I'm pretty sure that nobody else hikes it as a bulldoze debris pile covered up any signs of the exit.
I was hunting around for some you trees as I had the half-assed idea to make a longbow. I found a few smaller ones on this one area but then I looked at a map of another I've been interested and I thought it would make a great day hike.
I got bright and early at about 4:30 and was on the trail by about 5:15 walking from my house. I was right that it wasn't old scooter Trail but judging from the lack of trampling I don't think anybody had been using it except for deer and bears.
It went under an high tension wires at one point, but checking my map there was a road about half mile down and across a gully on the other side of a small Creek, but the next Tower was way over on the next Hill so they never used this one to go up there and string these wires. It eventually petered into a sort of draw that was about 200 ft wide there was a small Lazy Creek in the middle of it plus signs of old smash bits of logs from a previous logging operation that looked at least 60 or 80 years old. I went a little further and got up into a more steeper area and found some more you trees but this time they were much bigger and it's a pretty good sign that nobody had been up there because the natives harvested that stuff quite a bit so it looks like they never got in to this area. I wasn't about 8 miles in on this old scooter Trail but I think it eventually just peered out into the little flat area as it didn't look like any of this stuff had been logged here at about 3,500 ft.
I clambered up a few Rises and then came over this low saddle shaped Ridge between two peaks and walk down about another mile and a half and found this really beautiful Mossy meadowy area under the trees. Lots of you trees some pretty good seaters and a couple of huge Firs in the dryer areas but mostly pretty open not even all that much salal.
I have a couple I guess. I sit under this big Laurel Oak alot. It's a nice big tree and it is on the edge of the wood and a peanut field so I can see a long way, animals always picking around after they harvest the peanuts. The down side is that it isn't in the deep part of the woods. I probably go here more than other places though every day or two. Its a short nice walk through the woods and there is a big giant Dewberry patch by it in spring.
But once it gets to be fall the swamp dries up a little seasonally and I spend most my time in the drier parts. The edges of this particular clearing I go to most often maybe a few times a week.
In fall I also like to drop by this particular big swamp chestnut oak with these little elms all around it once they turn yellow.
My special safe place is 30 minutes on the subway and about an hours walk from the center of a european capital city.
It’s on the shore of a lake that is used as a source for drinking water, so bathing, lighting fires or camping closer than 100 yards is strictly prohibited. The area is heavily used by hikers and campers, trail runners, mtbs etc, but the closest marked trails are several hundred yards away. To get to my spot you have to get off the marked path and follow an old, overgrown service road that only leads to a very un-scenic dead end by the off limit lake. Noone has a reason to go there as its a huge wilderness area full of good views and lakes you can actually bathe in . From the dead end theres an unmarked path into these cute fairie woods with bright green soft moss on the ground and lots of old trees. Then you go off the unmarked path and climb up a short but steep hill, and theres my spot. Its on a height very close to the water, with a great view of the lake but somewhat hidden behind a single row of threes.
At least one other person have been using it over the years, I can tell that the fire pit have been used. At some point I decided not to make any more fires there and leave no trace at all, and my camp-roomie seems to agree as some of the rocks around the pit was removed last time I was there.
I’ve spent less than ten nights theres over the last 7-8 years, but it genuinely feels like my private spot so I will return once in a while even tho its far from the best camp spot around there.
Pros:
> Wild camping 2 hours from home with no need for a car
> Very private (not isolated, just descreet)
> Pretty lake view
> Magic fairie woodland
> A trillion gallons of clean and fresh water
Cons:
> Not enough sun
> During the day you can sometimes hear hikers on the surrounding trails
> Loads of blueberries some years
> The hour+ hike out is 98% gravel road which is boring even tho its in the woods
There's an abandoned house in the middle of the woods next to a mineshaft. A couple buddies and I used to throw darts at a local map and go there to check it out. The place hadn't been touched since the 70s and we saw newspapers of the Vietnam war, which is really fascinating. The barn is a great place to hang out.
My favorite place has some folklore to it and I'm pretty sure I'm one of very few who know about all of the locations
Where I live there are enormous erratic rocks pushed ashore by glacial activity and locally known as "devil's rock" for the biggest and "devils jackstones" for the rest, sometimes including devil's rock in the list.
Unsurprising the three well known devil's jackstones have been the site of tragedy. Drownings, brutal car accidents, and confrontation with the apparition of Satan himself.
Traditionally there are 5 stones in a game of Jack's and I spent a considerable amount of time in my youth exploring the woods to find the remaining two. The fourth stone splits a river further up into the valley, it's a very nice place to look at but nothing particularly exciting or supernatural.
The fifth however is my favorite place in the world. Absolutely buried in the most dense part of the woods lays the rectangular stone, easily 15 feet tall from forest floor to top and completely covered overhead by foliage.
Between the mossy forest floor and the darkness from the tree cover the whole place feels like the realm of the fey. It's truly magical to me personally and I visit once a year, almost like a pilgrimage in late April starting from devil's rock and walking from the shoreline deep into the woods
cool story anon
If I wasn't retarted I would have attached a picture of at least one of the stones. Here is the main "devil's rock"
>stones surrounded by spooky folklore
>graffiti
Every fricking time. I hate shithead people who feel the need to spray-paint everything like they're in an 80s coming-of-age movie
Park in an old watershed access lot down a dirt road, start down the path and cross an abandoned rail road that has been taken over by pine trees. Walk a little further and keep your eyes on the left, if the season is right then there will be lush patches of chanterelle mushrooms scattered around for a 1/4 mile segment. At the end of the trail is a hidden but locally known swim hole, with platformed rope swing landing you into a deep bend of the river. Fire pits and scattered cans remind me of partying here with my friends in my youth.
there is a corner of my property way out of the way
it is a 100 ft hill with a nice flat spot and some blueberries on top
the trees are bigger and more spaced out up there and you can see over the tree tops of the rest of the forest
the cool thing is there isn't as much shrubbery so it is easy to walk and there is a creepy fog that rolls over that hill sometimes
its all tucked into the forest so no one can see it and my place is pretty remote anyways
i have put a trail up to the top with a few friends but it would be very difficult to take a four wheeler there since it is so steep and it has been a couple years so next time i go up im going to have to take a machete and some flagging tape
I don't visit any more because I moved some distance away from it, but there was a spot along a path near I lived before that was quite magical.
The path goes up a very steep hill, so not many people walk there in general, which suits me well.
About two thirds up, there is a small section that flattens out, and in this spot, the left and right side of the path is blanketed in thousands of small white flowers in the spring. Like straight out of a disney cartoon. And just ahead, you can step off the path and onto a little ledge on the hill, where you get a great view over the city and can bathe in the sun through a clearing in the canopy.
I live in a fairly large metropolitan area, but if I drive for 40 minutes, I get to an area that is my escape.
It is relatively sparsely populated, right on the coast, with awesome trails (official and unofficial) and more trees than any other part of the area.
The best part, not many people know about it, so often I am the only one out there, or at worst I'll see maybe a couple of people per hour. I can literally walk down from the woods and end up on a secluded beach with majestic cliffs above. Sometimes, as i discover new trails, I have to trespass across 'private property' but its so spread out, I've never been caught. I've been going there for years, but there is always a new niche to explore.
I've taken some friends and dates along at times, and people can't believe a spot like that exists so nearby the big, dirty, smelly city.
I try to get out there at least 2 or 3 times a month, and always feel happier and spiritually refreshed on those days. 🙂
my 'secret' spot is this old abandoned hunting cabin I fixed up. Concrete floor, metal frame made out of old oil pipe, corrugated metal (aluminum) roof and walls, it's surprisingly solidly built.
it's innawoods but close to one of our hay fields and two ponds stocked with catfish. there is a nice hill near by that a built a gun range on the other side of so I dont spook the game around my cabin. I used a ton of leftover stuff my family had to furnish it, plush the stuff that was still left in it. got it rigged up with one of those biolite solar panel kits so I have lighting, but I keep oil lamps in it too as backup. a nice fire pit outside to cook on. I could go on and on about it.
over all it's not much to look at, but it is mine and it is cozy.
between the easy access to water, fish, game, edible plants and how well ive stocked it, ive got everything I need there at my little cabin
> farmer neighbor is chill af
> owns like 600 acres
> several fields throughout the valley
> some of his land boards a trout stream
> bale hay and do a few chores for him and welding for free from time to time
> get permission to hunt, camp, fish and freely tresspass as I please
> pic related