The hidden paths of our countryside remain largely unknown. Where one might expect discovery, there lies obscurity—awnings of foliage masking what once might have been trodden streets through the greenery.
Reports from amateur explorers describe a series of trails that seemingly appear and disappear at unpredictable intervals. These trails, faint imprints upon the earth’s crust, are marked nowhere on public or private maps, leading to speculation of their origins: old paths for trade, forgotten routes of clandestine meetings, or merely corridors of nature reclaiming territory once claimed by man.
An interview with park ranger Dakota Grey yields little. "They just materialize," she notes, speaking in the timbered voice of one who believes in the tales more than understands them. "And vanish. We've seen footprints that might be weeks old or merely hours."
Readers are encouraged to venture cautiously along these as-yet-uncharted routes. Be aware that the trail could shift, the landscape altering underfoot as if by design. For those who tread lightly, reports suggest the possibility of glimpsing something extraordinary.