Neither of us remembered the forest being on any of the maps or brochures. None of it really looked familiar, not according to the long hours of research before our trip, but we weren’t the type to avoid adventure opportunities.
It was serene, lonely, with gnarled roots and branches interrupting the flat, dry land. We saw no one for hours, until we did, or thought we did.
“It sure looks like a person,” he said.
“But I don’t think it is,” I answered.
“Me neither, but the illusion, gosh, it’s uncanny,” he said.
“Maybe it’s a ghost.”
“Maybe we’re ghosts.”