The Gallagher Mansion has been rebuilt. They tried to
make it as much like it used to be as possible. A stone castle blown in
from the past.
I hunted, hiked, camped. I lived, loved, and breathed the woods.
They told me not to stray off the trail. Land mined, they said. And it was and you shouldn't.
But
I know landmines, and I know woods. I found a lovely little path. You
have to walk on this 3 little rocks, and on to a fallen tree. But it
isn't. This tree has been here for a long, long time.
Anyway,
you walk across it. From the end of the fallen tree, it you stand on
the root ball, you can grab onto a rope hanging from a tree. It's
camouflaged to blend into the woods, and i only found it because i went
to sit on the end on the tree, amoungst the cool roots sticking up in
all directions and felt something hit me in the face. i pulled on it and
it stayed put. If you look at it at just the right angle, you can see
it stretching up into a near by oak tree.
When i came
back the next day, i climbed up it. From the tree i found a little hut
hidden up there. A tiny platform. And rope bridges made of the same camo
rope. Some had camouflaged material and some had moss and old gunk
hanging off it. the deeper into the mined woods i went, the
more....posh...the tree huts got. Until i found "the hub"
I found some pretty old things, from Gallagher girls of the past.
Notes
for an ancient cov-ops class. just saying Miss Julie from long ago,
Your teacher and mine should totally meet up. They would love each
other. But then everyone loves Abby-K
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