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I was camped on a creek in Oregon
>hiked down a logging road to get nearer to a creek and swim hole
>locals called it Jesus Saves because of some graffiti on a rock there
>was much longer than I thought, like 6 miles
>set up there for the day
>it was summer and I was mainly swimming to stay cool
>climbing on boulders and rocks above creek
>this truck comes driving down logging road
>road looked too overgrown for a vehicle
>the last 100 yards is steep gravel
>truck comes barreling down the hill too fast
>slides sideways in gravel
>nearly tipped over
>truck is never getting back up
>man and woman get out
>they look at truck for damage
>they start yelling at each other
>she gets in driver’s seat
>he directs her
>they try 3 times to get out
>truck almost rolls into creek
>she turns off truck
>they finally notice me and get weird
>asked me if there was another way out, I said no.
>without saying a word he walks to truck
>gets a bag out of truck that looks like it full of hair, or a bloody animal hide
>then they start walking back up the logging road, without a word
>leave their truck unlocked
>I watch them go a ways to make sure they really leave
>no water or anything, starting 6 mile steep uphill hike, look too old and out of shape to make it
>go search car
>see junkie needles on floor
>stop searching
>I packed my towel and pack up and moved upstream near a steep rocky area
>camped in hammock with .45 in my lap, ngl was scared and hardly slept
>in the morning I took a different way out
>climbed high enough up to look back to where the truck was
>it was still there
>made it back up to paved road
>had cell signal and called friend for pick up
>went back to top of logging road
>saw no sign of them
