A tale never told....
After an outdoor session I decided to venture in.
I have been in this place before, and in my mind I could reach the ruins from this spot easily.
The magic land transported me, deeper and deeper into the woods.
All of a sudden hardly any sun; I face only catacombs forms from nature, not a soul I could hear..
I only sense the river current far below; how long has it been? 1 hour, 2 hours maybe.
I know I am going down a steep hill, I know the river awaits me, the ruins are there.
I finally get to them, but they are no the same; they are on the other side. Have I been walking around, should I cross the river? I do.
Then I finally realized I am in a completely different place,different ruins. I loose my lens cap to the river, I slipped on to a river rock almost loosing my tripod, I am confused... I guess, I will try to find the trail that I used to get down here. I can't find it....
Frantically try to get to any foreseeable trail, I know it is no safe where I am, I have heard the stories, they warn you in the entrance...but at the end I breath; there are other people who have experienced this and shared their path of return with me...Thanks.