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Oct. 16th, 2015 09:08 pmThe Middle of Nowhere is used, largely, as a pejorative term. The Sticks. The Boonies. The Ass-End of the World. In fact, Nowhere is a township in southwestern Ohio, and it will have you know that it has its own post office -- and two Wal-Marts.
Special Agents Mulder and Scully, FBI, cross the county line just after sundown, the headlights of their rental car chasing the deciduous trees on either side of the Caesar Creek Gorge State Nature Preserve. This is an old growth forest. Most of the trees here can claim to be around when the Iroquois decimated the Erie people, almost four hundred years ago. There is age and majesty in these trees.
-- There is a little less majesty in the sound warbling out of the driver's side window of the FBI agents' Ford Taurus: Mulder had playlisted almost six hours of Journey on his iPod and, at hour five, the many and varied renditions of "Don't Stop Believin" were clearly starting to fray his partner's nerves. (Mulder was glad that their bureau-issued side arms were riding in the trunk for this trip.) He is halfway through the chorus of "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" when a look from the passenger side of the car successfully reminds him that, unless he wants to ride out the remainder of their case in a hospital bed, maybe switching to NPR is a good idea.
The Camp Rite campground is a couple of miles into the deep forest. Mulder passes two ranger stations and a sentry post, all three unoccupied and dark. He has to get out of the car to lift the vehicle barrier gate, the red glow of their retreating tail lights throwing tall shadows into the treetops. Once encamped, Mulder and Scully set up a tent and build a small but durable fire in an open clearing. It's mid-October and the temperatures are starting to dip at night. Mulder is wearing a gunmetal gray Patagonia fleece and jacket, but the tips of his ears are turning red from the cold anyway. He's brought a telescope, a pair of infrared binoculars, and ingredients for S'Mores.
This is perfect UFO spotting weather. He just hopes his partner can get into the spirit of the season.
Special Agents Mulder and Scully, FBI, cross the county line just after sundown, the headlights of their rental car chasing the deciduous trees on either side of the Caesar Creek Gorge State Nature Preserve. This is an old growth forest. Most of the trees here can claim to be around when the Iroquois decimated the Erie people, almost four hundred years ago. There is age and majesty in these trees.
-- There is a little less majesty in the sound warbling out of the driver's side window of the FBI agents' Ford Taurus: Mulder had playlisted almost six hours of Journey on his iPod and, at hour five, the many and varied renditions of "Don't Stop Believin" were clearly starting to fray his partner's nerves. (Mulder was glad that their bureau-issued side arms were riding in the trunk for this trip.) He is halfway through the chorus of "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" when a look from the passenger side of the car successfully reminds him that, unless he wants to ride out the remainder of their case in a hospital bed, maybe switching to NPR is a good idea.
The Camp Rite campground is a couple of miles into the deep forest. Mulder passes two ranger stations and a sentry post, all three unoccupied and dark. He has to get out of the car to lift the vehicle barrier gate, the red glow of their retreating tail lights throwing tall shadows into the treetops. Once encamped, Mulder and Scully set up a tent and build a small but durable fire in an open clearing. It's mid-October and the temperatures are starting to dip at night. Mulder is wearing a gunmetal gray Patagonia fleece and jacket, but the tips of his ears are turning red from the cold anyway. He's brought a telescope, a pair of infrared binoculars, and ingredients for S'Mores.
This is perfect UFO spotting weather. He just hopes his partner can get into the spirit of the season.
