Inspired by an ill-fated attempt to camp in the middle of "Devil's Tramping Ground" for stanimal's bachelor party. (watercolor by me)
"Stories about the ring are well known in local communities. These include the disappearance of objects left within the ring overnight, dogs yipping and howling not wanting to go near it, and strange events occurring to those brave enough to spend the night within its boundaries."
As the story goes, a crew of us decided that we would go camping to celebrate our friends upcoming nuptials. We felt the closest and coolest place to go would be the tramping grounds of the devil himself. It was drizzling that night and none of us really had any proper gear to accommodate a comfortable night of spooky and unexplained happenings. I believe we had a tarp, a couple cases of beer, some cans of vegetables for the fire, and couple of outdated sleeping bags.
The plan was to sleep in the center of the circle and "BE MOVED" in the morning to the outside somehow mysteriously. As the evening progressed, so did our inebriation. A few of us had become super amped about seeing the devil and putting a wrench in his tramping plans while others became irritated due to the lack of attention the rest of weren't giving. After many wrestling bouts and aggravated conversations, Sleazy B (our "model friend") destroyed our makeshift bivouac. The groom to be became increasingly frustrated and looked ready to give into the devil's whims. Shortly after, we decided to pack it up and leave thus proving that you can not stay inside of the devil's circle over night. The myth continues to live on as truth.
I'm sensing a new posting on the subject will be coming soon.
