![]() ![]() ![]() Without a doubt the scariest moment I had on the job. We use our SAT phone to call park rangers with our position, the guy’s characteristics and tell them the story. when he is leaving I immediately wake up the other staff and we make sure he leaves. We don’t really speak just like Oh…I…didn’t…see…you…guys. This stuff is meant to like kill a charging bear so I hold it ready to spray and tell him to gtfo of my campsite. He is tall as all hell and I am quite short so I quickly grab the first thing I can think of. We make eye contact and this guy stands up. This stranger is by the campers I am responsible for. For what I don’t know, maybe drugs or food but that’s not important. I exit the tent and see this man on our campsite, looking through our tarps and bags. I had a bit of trouble sleeping that night so I decided to go star gazing as that usually calms me down. Went to bed in the staff tent and everything was normal. He waved so being the polite Canadian I am I waved back. I thought it was pretty strange but it’s not out of the ordinary, the only weird thing being that he was alone. I looked at the lake and saw this lone man paddling a canoe. One night after setting up campsite and quenching the fire I was doing last check of the campsite. “I work at a summer camp taking kids on canoe trips for a few days at national parks. The scariest and most dangerous thing to encounter out in the wilderness is a person. When the forest goes silent, pack up and move along.”ģ. My first few weeks on the job I was easily spooked but after I got into my groove of spending hours alone in the woods, it took a lot to shake me. We’d have children’s clothes neatly folded and left on the trails, pairs of shoes in the middle of our dense burn blocks, and just a general sense of eeriness. The unexplainable, though, are obviously not as cut and dry. The ‘creepiest’ thing I saw was a poor young man who hung himself on my second week on the job. “I worked for a few months as a park ranger with the Florida Forest Service at my local state forest. When the forest goes silent, pack up and move along. ![]() There was a trap door on the floor and no way were we opening it. Like full on chair with restraints and chains coming from the ceiling. My boyfriend at the time opened it up and inside was what looked like a torture chamber. We weren’t on a trail and were wayyyy up there. We were curious what it was inside of it because it was weird we came upon anything at all. The door on it had a padlock but was unlocked. We came across what looked like a small silo. “My boyfriend at the time and I were hiking up in the Rockies. The torture chamber in the Rocky Mountains. ![]()
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