Creepy

I'm not sure but this part of the trail is starting to creep me out when I'm out alone with Carmen. Maybe it's the dense woods just on the other side of the underpass, or the dark, inky water of the creek. On this day I fought my trepidation and continued under the bridge, alongside the creek, around the mill and through the dense woods and except for the usual dogs of leash charging at us, not a darn thing happened.