Chapter 3

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I hoist my backpack onto my back and start down the path that leads away from the parking area, so thankful that I wore pants

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I hoist my backpack onto my back and start down the path that leads away from the parking area, so thankful that I wore pants. Well, yoga pants anyway, which might not fare as well as jeans would have, but they are definitely better than shorts. If I had worn those, I would have already been shredded to bits.

The old brush, leaf debris and tall weeds, along with fallen tree limbs and brambles make this path as difficult as the roads to get here are

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The old brush, leaf debris and tall weeds, along with fallen tree limbs and brambles make this path as difficult as the roads to get here are. I know I won't come out of this unscathed.

Now some of those signs are starting to make sense.

I bravely, if not foolishly trudge on, determined to find the Secret Garden or at least something special. Hell, I deserve it after everything I've went through to get here...and to think I'm just getting started.

What the hell am I doing?

After 15 minutes or so, I am hoping that the trail will somehow get better, or that I might find a different one, but no such luck.

I look up momentarily at the looming trees; they are all gnarled and sickly looking, their branches twisted and distorted like something out of a nightmare or a Tim Burton movie. This place has such a heavy presence; these old trees have an ancient look about them that seem out of place in Indiana. It's as if they have many secrets that will never be told.

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