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not so much a spooky but definitely hair-raising shit for me. gather round for some greentext
>be at uncle's handbuilt cabin in southern sierras about an hour east of bakersfield
>beautiful fucking area for bikes hikes target practice with our rifle/shotgun and getting really fucked up each night
>be on hike to "grinding rocks at lonepine"
>supposedly a old native american landmark where acorns and other treenuts would be ground down on large granite boulders under a lone pinetree
>get there, its exactly what my family made it sound like
>prettylegit.webm
>start hiking back down the other side of the hill in a loop because there's a stream to cross with my mother, cousin and her husband, their two kids
>we stop when my cousin's husband finds a 6 pack of waterbottles and clifbars stashed in some bushes
>he's a parole officer and i'm a huge stoner and we both look at one another instantly realizing what its from
>"lol its just some hikers food stash!" says my mom
>yeah sure lets gtfo
>instantly start smelling insanely dank like marijuana coming to flower (it was last august so its was the season)
>don't see a grow-op but its close by
>mfw totally stumbled on a grow-op and the tenders emergency food stash
>mfw wonder what would have happened if he were there when we walked by
coulda been shot nigga
or bougt some
