Last night we hiked to our favorite campsite. Across the wilderness stream is an abandoned gem mine. We slept pretty decent, and visited this haunted mine the next morning. Rainmaker took these photos with my camera. When I downloaded it, the face, peering to the back of the cave, became visible.
Now, I'm not superstitious and I don't even go to church. But, the photos on his camera as well as mine show sets of swirls. The cave is empty except for just a few water logged boards, some rocks, and about 3 feet of water.
I dug out a trench of sorts to help drain the mine. Right now, my adventurous spirit is loath to wade thigh deep into this darkness.
If it were drier, who knows.