The picture at left is from Morguefile. It's better than any of my north wood photos so I'm using it.
I've been away standing in cold water, not catching trout, and thinking of murder.
I went to scary-part-of-the-world where you'd have to think about approaching a cabin if your car broke down. You might know these sort of places.
Instead of a "no trespassing or "no soliciting" or even just a "posted" sign stapled to a tree, there's a hand lettered pine slab nailed to the tree using six penny nails saying "go away" in red paint.
When you see this by a two-track drive entrance which leads straight up to a cabin with a deer blind in the front yard, you wonder.
Nevertheless, I had a blast and made lots of notes on stories.
I also read a book on the forensic anthropology facility at the University of Tennessee. Fascinating stuff.
So, back to the grindstone. More stories, more mayhem.
More bodies - some in the woods.