Every morning for the past three and a half years I have
taken my little dog Brandy for a walk, or to be more precise a meandering.
After 1200 walks the old route, through the green belt, gets pretty boring
and a need for new terrain to explore sets in. So lately Brandy and I
have been riding with my wife Joyce as she goes to work. She will take
us to a different location on her way to work and let us out to meander
Brandy loves to explore new paths so every little path that branches off
the main trail, she tries to take, and if the new path appears to keep
us going toward home I let her take it. Several weeks ago Joyce let us
out on the other side of a small lake so we could walk around the lake
to home. This small lake is quite beautiful with lots of trees and greenery.
As we walked along a sidewalk that went around the lake Brandy found a
path she wanted to try. It could not have gone that far out of our way
because it headed towards the lake. So we took it.
The path looked as if it was heavily used because it was hard gray clay
with not a smidgen of plant life, was worn a good inch into the ground,
and the green vegetation on either side was three or four inches high.
We had only been on the path for three or four minutes when suddenly,
like a pencil line on a page ending, the path ended. "What? This
is very strange," I said to myself. I walked around for several minutes
in the thick green carpet that lined the path to see if I could find were
it picked up again or if it continued beneath the vegetation but it did
not. It just stopped dead. How in the world did this happen? Who would
on a regular basis walk out into this field to just this spot and walk
Then my imagination went wild. Maybe this is a pick up spot for some covert
operation. Maybe in the dead of night a helicopter lets down a ladder
and takes up someone or lets down some government spy or spies at this
spot. But what would spies be doing in this quite suburb? That makes no
Then maybe it's aliens, and this is their beam up spot. Maybe there are
people living in the houses just off the lake who are really aliens that
come out here, and get beamed up to their ship to party with their kind.
Or maybe there is a time door at this spot, and someone with some kind
of electronic device walks to this spot and punches in a code on the keypad
and a door to another dimension opens. Maybe it doesn’t have to
be electronic. Maybe this is just the spot where it opens on its own in
the dead of night.
Then I stopped myself, "That's crazy" I said. "This is
not spies, aliens, and dimension hoppers. I'm just being silly".
But what could it be? I have thought a lot about this path over the last
two weeks but I have yet to come up with a rational explanation for the
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